When the first strawberry flower pops out you know spring can’t be so very far away. This bed has special resonance for us. A couple of years ago, on the day before our old Labrador was due to be put to sleep we drove her through the garden to the potager. The strawberry bed was full of fruit and Kit loved strawberries. We carried her out of the car and let her totter around the bed eating the sweetest, ripest strawberries. She was in heaven. It seemed a fitting end to a lifetime of eating for our lovely old girl.