The weather went back to normal. Occasional rain watered our little plants in the garden that we had first sown indoors into prepared trays of humus rich soil and then planted outside when they were a several inches tall: broccoli, peas, and carrots. Onions were planted next to the carrots. This symbiosis keeps the carrot fly away and bugs under control.
We looked hard for strawberries, although it was late in the planting season to get them started. Impossible to find as there was only one nursery in a radius of over many miles. "Where do you get the plants? Everybody loves strawberries." The answer came from our housekeeper's brother who helped out occasionally doing a painting job on the house. "You can't buy them. Everybody has them in the garden." Then I learned that strawberries multiplied by producing layers running along the ground like tentacles which you have to cut off otherwise they run wild and take over. "Can I buy some?" "No need to pay. People will give them to you for free."
"Sure, in fact deydumpim." What? "Dey dump "em." At this stage I need to explain that the local accent pronounces "th' like a "d' or a "t'. That clarified, I got a bucket full of layers for free - no problem. The plants would only carry fruit in the following year. A local gardener sold Pick your own strawberries and red currants as well as raspberries from his garden. That kept us going in the first summer and also provided enough cuttings. These berries i.e. their shrubs- grow from cuttings.