Rambley Brambleys

Rambley Brambleys

When we moved into the sumptuous luxury of ONE SQUARE ACRE from our crowded Reston home, I dreamed of a blackberry patch. These are not uncommon in Vermont. So I built a space on the side of the house, complete with supports and happy blackberries.

The first year, we had a good crop, but then it was gradually left to bramble. And it brambled and brambled. Young trees grew in the thicket, the bramble clawed its way towards the house, the supports slumped in.

The bramble

Our enforced home time has given us a chance to enjoy every form of pruning so we tackled this one over the weekend.

A bit of googling suggested we may have slightly overdone it, but I believe in the power of berries.