Berries

A second successive sunny day in the garden meant getting beyond mowing, edging and weeding to more constructive acts of cultivation that for my part involved some neglected berries: the loganberry I planted near the wall was making a break for freedom so it was pinned back to its wires; the gooseberry’s pot had been colonised by a giant weed (comfrey?) whose removal left a gaping void to be topped up with fresh compost; and a couple of brambles that had re-emerged from the undergrowth after a couple of years were persuaded by means of sticks and twine to lead a more ordered life around the base of the silver birch – hopefully all this care and attention will one day be rewarded with the appearance of some fruit.