Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I am not good with anything green. Seriously. But I know it's just a lack of knowledge. I watched my father grow wonderful gardens, year after year, and was simply content to reap the benefits. Fresh raspberries and crisp green peas. I had no idea how they got there, but still ate them as fast as I could pick them.
While weed-wacking I found this plant next to the house. The berries look like raspberries but smaller. I could tell the birds have been eating them (again with the birds) but I'm not convinced they're the same raspberies I'm used to from Wisconsin. So, nobody will be allowed to eat them, but also nobody will be allowed to weed-wack them either.
A reluctant Mother Nature