THE SQUIRRELS OF STRAWBERRY HILL
Eco-gardening is at its best in The Monday Garden
July 11, 2004, Issue 120
Stamford, CT, is made up of several hills (five or seven, I think). The hill on which I live is called "Strawberry Hill'. It's steep and rocky, with the well-drained soil and sunny slopes prefect for wild strawberries. I imagine that they once flourished here to the delight of the local squirrels and birds; not to mention a bear or two, and the Native American tribes who lived here.

picture: view from the front steps of my condo building
The strawberry patches and bears slowly gave away to farms, then Victorian mansions. These stately homes, in turn, were replaced by the high school and several high-rise condo and apartment buildings. The high-rises are OK by me because a lot of people can live on just a bit of land, leaving more open space for all. The squirrels are still here, using the overhead electric lines as their private highways. Some of the tribes have casinos. I often wonder, though, if there really were strawberries.


