Last year I planted everbearing strawberries. The plants grew, the squirrels ate most of the berries (until the red shouldered hawk moved in) and I didn’t know if they’d survive the winter. We they came back with a vengeance. I wandered out to the patch early this morning and had to rush back to grab a big bowl.
And there are at least as many more out there that just need a day or two to ripen. I’m thinking strawberry shortcake, but substituting brownies for the biscuits.