Since we bought our house in the winter, we weren’t aware of the summertime treasure that came with the backyard: wild black raspberry bushes. They were overgrown and sprawling, but we decided it must be because the house was vacant for nearly a year, and there was nobody to maintain the yard.
Whenever I picked raspberries last summer, my legs looked like I had gotten into a fight with a litter of kittens…and lost.
So when they were done producing for the year, we trimmed them back to about 1 foot tall, thinking this wouldn’t hurt their productivity but would make them more manageable.
Instead, they came back bigger and stronger than before. I went to pick our raspberries last week, and was at least smart enough to wear long pants to protect my legs. As I brushed dark purple, nearly black, ripe berries into my bowl, the branches clung to my clothes and tore at my skin like so many souls begging to be released from the River Styx. Clearly, we need to tie them back or otherwise corral them for Savvy Garden 2013!