When Life Gives You Blackberries
ou curse, lick your wounds and then fill the freezer with the buggers. Then when winter rolls around and your wounds have healed, you make pie. Or cobbler or whatever. We are not big blackberry fans around here. I hate to reveal my age and say I remember when we didn’t have any Himalayan blackberries invading our farmstead. But alas, they are here now, and I spent the sunny afternoon yesterday tying up my raspberries and “stimulating” the blackberries that pop up any place that you have a perennial or permanent fence. It’s a love/hate relationship that is much more stormy than my relationship with quack grass, at least I understand what makes quack grass tick.
We are getting a great stretch of warm weather so my to-do list has been reworked a bit. Things I hope to get done before the rains arrive next week:
Move chickens to new quarters. Russell Crow was quite perturbed with the indignity he suffered being caught and carried to the new address.
♥ Cut apple scion wood, heel in or refrigerate.
♥ Take cuttings of green Concord grape and Anna kiwi.
♥ Stick grape and kiwi cuttings.
Plant mangel steckels and parsnip roots for seed stock.
Weed greenhouse edges.
Work raspberries – remove dead canes (and blackberries) tie up canes for new crop.
Chit some potatoes for an early crop in the greenhouse. We are still smarting from our meager crop last year.
That’s what is going on in my garden these first sunny February days. What is happening in your garden?