anghara (anghara) wrote,
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{grumble argle fargle bleat] BLACKBERRIES!

It's like this, see. We have these tree stumps outside the front of our house, and some two or three years ago we thought that it would be a great idea to turn them into little planters - hollow them out, make sure there was proper drainage, and presto, rustic planters instead of tree stumps. And it worked like a treat, and one of them has carried a nice little crop of several different kinds of mints over the last couple of years.

Cut to this afternoon, when rdeck finds out via Google that mint can be dried in a domestic oven and be used at a later stage during the winter as dried herbs. So yours truly goes out to pick up a few sprigs of mint for a trial run.

Well, guess what? From underneath the all-enveloping ferns, which are EVERYWHERE all summer, this now very large and properly equipped blackberry vine has grown up invisibly and twined into the mints. I reach out for a mint sprig, and close my hand around something with fricking THORNS on it, and, well, you know, OW. I teased it out of the mints, after, with a piece of dried fern and now it's on the ground there by the stump, and I swear, the thing has to be three or four feet long with these wicked little thorns.

Blackberries. Whine, whimper, whinge, wail. That damned well HURT. We hatessss the blackberiessss where blackberiesssss shouldn't be, my precioussss. We really hatesssss them. They HURTSSSSSS us.
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