It’s June already, and we’re hard at work. The raspberry trellises have been strung, ground cherry beds dug, and weeds held at bay – at least for now.
And again I had the unfortunate task of having to pull off all the blueberry flowers I could find. This redirects the plant’s energy to root development and vigorous growth. It is a shame though, to look at handfuls of would-be berries picked and left on the ground.
Oh well. I pass a group of old blueberry bushes every time I go over to the pond. They form a glossy green wall about six feet high and 15 feet long, and I imagine what my little twiggy bushes will look like in a few years. Perhaps I’ll be buried in blueberries and think back longingly to more manageable times. More likely I’ll revel in the abundance.
Well, I hear the witch grass growing. I’d better get back to work.