Blackberries

Went to the Berries and Brambles class this morning. No wonder my strawberries never did well. Made nearly every mistake possible. Maybe every one. I have new plans for new plants. Serviceberry and blackberry will work better, hardier and need less feed and water. I have a better idea about pruning, too. The raspberry in back will get a pole to be tied to, and more water.



So, the Veronica is an opportunistic cover crop, which I have learned to appreciate. I'm tending to the compost better. The Hen&Chickens reliably returns and slowly spreads. Denuding the scavenged xmas trees for mulch and future poles for blackberries.



Moss finding a home between the blocks, stolen from the landscaping of a nearby store. Probably not intentionally planted by them, so fair game. Better than the stink trees dug up two years ago that were trying to shove up and take over.



Serviceberries, the instructor says, were called that because in the northern winters where the ground was too frozen to bury anyone, when the serviceberries bloomed, it was time to dig graves. The symbolism of putting one in the raised bed from the wood that I decided was from my father, struck me.

I think the comfrey is coming up.