Last fall, I planted some raspberry canes, and they did remarkably well...until they were nibbled down by deer. With a field of tender grass near, they chose to eat raspberry canes. Go figure. But of the 12 plants, it looks as if one may do something.
Last night, Tim came into the house all excited. He had discovered it while I was gone, and couldn't wait to show me. I went outside with him and looked. There in my very own back yard there is a raspberry growing. It is covered with not ready to be eaten fruit, and one of the canes is as big around as my thumb. What a find! We don't even know how it got there. But after the berries are done, it will be making a move.
The clever man also discovered black berries at a rental!
They will join the blueberries and the elderberries already there. My dreams of a berry patch are slowly coming true!