(the title is a snippet from a Sylvia Plath poem which can be read in full here).
I learnt a new word the other day. Batology, the study of the taxonomy of members of the Rubus genus. Which includes blackberries. Apparently the genus is so complicated it needs its own -ology. I’m very fond of blackberries, but I think I’m too flippertigibbety for the -ology.
Not so fly is the lovely OH who has worked very hard on the lane so that we can plant the line of blackberries. Just over a fortnight ago I ordered a selection of blackberry cultivars from RW Walpole; I chose a range from early, main and late season ripening options, picking those that are reputed to have excellent flavour. The resulting list was Obsidian; Karaka Black; Loch Maree; Asterina; Chester and Triple Crown. I also had a specimen of Black Satin and Waldo.
Whilst some of the cultivars have semi- erect canes I’ll train to the fence rather than end up with a thorny thicket. The mypex will be covered with wood chippings sourced from a local tree surgeon.
It is still chilly, chilly here. Too cold for sowing outdoors and so all window sills are covered in seedling.
We keep the fires stoked and fill up on hearty casseroles.
and I pick jugs of sunny daffodils.