Saturday October 15th 2011 Tim Candler
two varieties of Raspberry, Latham Raspberry have been awkward
from the day they arrived and could be exiled shortly. The other
variety of Raspberry, which are Heritage Red Raspberry, will most likely
grow to dominate the Vegetable Garden and its surrounds unless checked
by a shovel or by disease.
Plato was right of course. "As
for the beginning, it's a god that succors," or some such phrase.
The Latham Raspberry was sent through the mail, they arrived
disgruntled but hearty, and there were twelve of them, which was odd
because I had only paid for five plants and I had asked for a Raspberry
called Yellow Anne because of the name.
On reflection I should have huffed,
made the phone call and returned the Latham Raspberries, but their roots
were beginning to dry and before I could think like a healthy consumer I had
them in a bucket of water and I was cooing at them. A big error on my
part. A weakness of mind, because ever since they have remained
straggling and they have owned a habit I will call "slightly demented."
I think too that every time I pass
the Latham Raspberry I find myself wondering how Yellow Anne might manage
the bed, which is hardly conducive to comfortableness between gardener and
plant. The Latham's can probably read me and might even be looking
forward to a fresh start in the fence line where there are thirsty Jackals
like Goldenrod. But if I remember I had these same thoughts last year,
and maybe again this time next year.