I’d wondered why forest gardens tended not to have blackberries until through foraging and generally going on genuine country walks I noticed lots of them growing wild.
They are indeed a fabulous free food and there are plenty only minutes’ walk from my house. So, with my thornless variety producing suckers with thorns I decided that it had to come out last autumn.
But I was a bit gardened out. If anyone noticed a shortfall in my blogging output, this was largely due to the need for a break from gardening matters.
However, it being a sunny and warm (for January) afternoon, it was definitely time to get the spade and lift the blackberry bush out. Which in fact is all I had to do. Getting it into a bag to take to the municipal waste site was harder.
I did disturb a wasp which was presumably in hibernation, although it could be warm enough for her to have been foraging (vainly) for food. This being the case, I might have disturbed her on her deathbed instead.
Suffice to say, by the time I had fetched the phone to take a picture, the wasp had disappeared. On the other hand, it meant it was in my pocket when I cleared a patch of chard in preparation for the next hugel bed. For what did I see but a strawberry. Another of life’s mysteries!