When we first moved into our home in the Northwoods, we knew there was going to be a lot of work ahead of us, remodeling-wise.
After we replaced all the floors in the house, we set about reclaiming the southern half of the property that was overgrown with brush and littered with dead trees. Unfortunately, we also had to remove a bunch of wild black raspberry bushes that lined one side of it. At the time I was OK with this decision because I wasn’t too keen on the possibility of bears getting so close to my house when the berries came into season.
Now that we are more familiar with the critters that we share our property with, I’ve come to regret that decision. Well, not totally. I’m still not a fan of the possibility of and up-close-and-personal-encounter with bears, but maybe we could have transplanted them a little farther away.
Oh well, what’s done is done.
But I still wanted raspberries, and I wasn’t going to pay $5 for an itty bitty container of them at the store. No, I wanted to grow and pick my own! Last summer Nichole and Corey were generous enough to bring up a dozen plants from their home, and I found a great spot for them where I waited for them to take root and produce the amazing fruit of my youth.
Yeah, well, they all died, except 1. I was heartbroken, but I wasn’t deterred. A business associate just happened to have excess plants that I could have, and his wife brought me a dozen plants to try. What the heck… they were free.
So this spring when the snow was all gone and the plants were starting to bud I cautiously went out to see if they survived the rough winter. They did. And so did that 1 plant from Nichole and Corey. Phew!
And so this year, we will have raspberries!
But wait, there’s more!
In the never-ending exploration of our property, I came across a few wild black raspberry bushes!
If I hadn’t been out looking at all the different wildflowers that grow in the area, I think I would have missed them.
Only after these beautiful blossoms have fallen away can you tell that there is something else hidden underneath.
These are going to be so nummy when they mature, and I can’t wait to eat them right from the bush.
As long as I can get there before the bears do.