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I planted strawberries last year, they did little but stand in the dirt. This year, well, it was an absolute invasion. They’re June Bearing, today is the 1st of June, and coincidently my very first strawberry would have been ripe today. I almost picked it yesterday, but I decided I would wait, well, something -or- someone beat me to it. I went looking for it this afternoon, to enjoy the oh so lovely sweetness that only food grown in your garden can have, and it was gone! I never imagined I would be so irritated over the loss of a single tiny piece of fruit, who would have thought?