When I potted up my strawberries on Tuesday, they looked rather sorry for themselves. They didn't really look any happier yesterday. I resigned myself to the fact that I'd already killed them. I popped my head out through the back door earlier, to let Jake out for a pee. Lo and behold! The strawberry plants are no longer droopy and dying. Something happened overnight to perk them up. They're looking very green and happy today, holding their leaves erect. Hurrah! For now, that is, considering my track record for killing off greenery through sheer neglect.