Springtime along Whale Tail Road in southwestern Randolph County brings abundant joys but I’m on the fence when it comes to the plethora of wild blackberries. They have more “volunteers” than any other plant and seem to pop up in the most unlikely places–even in the gravel!
So today’s poem addresses the mixed blessing of wild blackberries. Want to read it? Scroll down in the alphabetical list for Day #9 to read “Pulling up the Wild Blackberry Bushes.”
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2 thoughts on “Poem #9 – Wild blackberries, friend or foe?”
When I’ve traveled to the Northwest in late summer, the blackberries proliferated alongside paths fresh with bear scat. Can’t beat it!
But yes, please save that one bush in case, write it, there’s a disaster.
Yes, yes, there are actually volunteers everywhere so I have many more than one. Must be a bear pooping around here too! They are hardy enough to survive even a nuclear holocaust, I think.