I am sure proud of my raspberries. When I put the 25 foot row of canes along our new neighbor's property line... whew! I was exhausted -- sure sign that these bones are gettin' older.
Thank you, Mary, for helping me stay on track!
When the old-horse-pasture-turned-into-noxious-weed-patch was converted into a new neighborhood of 24 homes. Well, it was an adjustment. Not only did I make the hard decision to sell my short-legged trusty quarter horse, Sam...
We had new neighbors who were wanting to build fortress-like fences. Seeking a compromise, I said out loud one day, "Maybe I should plant a row of arborvitae."
Mary replied, "Gretchen, I know that you can do better than that."
My long-time gardening bud knew how I was trying to dedicate our two-plus acres to permaculture gardening. I take great pleasure in feeding our family and truly delight in treating all of the senses with my gardening venture. I also want to make sure that I'm respecting and nurturing the soil and our eco-system while doing this.
So, my friend challenged me to think outside of the gardening box... don't go for the standard privacy fence alternative.
Then one day, I went for it! I transplanted my raspberry amoeba-patch into a row along an aging corral fence. That was two-and-a-half years ago. And, WOW!! This year looks like the year! Well worth "the ole' bones reporting" that fateful fall day and well worth the wait.
Annndddd... the neighbors enjoy the sweet harvest poking through their side of the fence.
Now, I wonder, "Will that corn grow?"
Only time will tell.