My arms and hands are so sore I can barely raise my fingers to type out the letters. I spent a good three hours weeding the raspberries. I made great progress and nearly made it all the way to the end of the row. I was interrupted by the rumbling in my tummy, so I went inside for lunch and once I sat down my muscles, that had been doing a great job of pushing through, decided to protest mightily and I knew I couldn’t go back out, no matter how close I was to finishing.
I still have one very short end to do and also a sort of no man’s land up the middle that when I did the first side, I thought I’d get to it from the other side. It turns out it would be much easier to get to from the first side – I just didn’t reach across far enough. But the good news is I have pretty much found 90% of the raspberries.
The hardest weed was of course the dock. Because I’d cut them back in the summer, they became more like icebergs as the roots had become giant beneath the soil and the wrenching was what had offending the muscles in my back. The next nasty weed was the buttercup (Ranunculus repens) which is also a bit of a thug as it loves my swampy soil and its roots go down forever! The only way to get them out – especially when they are in a tight situation next to a raspberry cane, is to dig down beside them then hook a finger under the crown and then kind of twist and pull at the same time to free the long root tendrils. My hands are not impressed after spending two days dealing to these invasive intruders. So the lesson has been learnt – again. Stay on top of your weeds while they are little. Having said that, raspberries don’t help themselves, as when I go to weed them, they reward me with scratches on my arms. They are so ungrateful.
The next step is to prune the raspberries, the problem is I have two different types and they need different treatment, so I shall need to do a bit of research. Maybe that is what I can do while my poor old body recovers.
Come again soon – I must subject myself to the agonies of weeding one more time!
Sarah the Gardener : o )