Rubus and RibesThe small carnival of cardinals found the yard festive this morning, venturing out from the big pine to skitter and thrash in the brambles, caught up in chase and play. Above is a wide and long sky of blue, and the light is strong from the sun. Insects bob and weave in the changing air, making investigations. A lovely starter.
The gooseberry is in the ground, and the raspberries are, too. The former is in partial shade, but I am given to understand that it will not mind that much. The soil it sits in is a bit sandy, and I worry about that more. The raspberries are in good loam, in mostly sun, and I have high hopes that they will do well there, in among the other shrubs. I do not expect fruit this year, but perhaps the next. It will be worth waiting.
The rhubarb is up, in small ways - it will be another year (at least) until I can begin to harvest there. The horseradish is strong in its barrel (who could expect otherwise?) and the other barrel is showing small signs of life from the perennial herbs. The peas are small, but reaching up. The strawberries are running riot in the lawn.
Some work is future work. It's good work.
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