Master of the outdoors

Well, in between stalking legislators (I don’t know if it really counts as “in between” if you are currently sitting outside an office waiting on someone to come out) I thought I’d take a moment to brag about my farming prowess (now there’re two words I bet you’ve never seen together before). Anyway, I went a bit nuts and planted a huge garden that I will never be able to keep up with and some other junk randomly in pots and the yard. Some of that junk included two blackberry bushes. I even got two different varieties in case one didn’t do well. My darling, handsome and strong husband dug the holes for me and we plopped those babies in the dirt. I may or may not have said a little prayer over them. I really like blackberry cobbler. Anyway, so I was out there loving on them yesterday and I noticed something strange. There was a bush nearby, which I did not plant, with the EXACT same flowers as my blackberries. Yep, you guessed it, I planted two little old blackberry bushes right in the midst of basically a blackberry forest. Which, I have to say, these low to the ground, long viney bushes look nothing like the huge beast of a bush I remember at my grandparents house when I was a kid. So, yeah. We should be able to have a cobbler. I’ll post a picture of our whole garden once I get the Bermuda grass out so you won’t judge me. Hahaha just kidding. I’m never going to get the grass out. Have a good Monday, everybody! And just remember, never plant blackberries where blackberries already are. There’s a lesson in there. Coulda spent the money on blueberries. Here’s a pic of my little plant with the native plants in the background.


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