I don't usually let
anyone help me with pruning, partly because I'm a control freak but
mostly because I'm still feeling my way along and don't feel
comfortable enough giving instruction. The raspberries
and blackberries are
pretty straightforward, though, and B.J. picked up my pruning method
astonishingly quickly Monday. (Yes, he is shaping up to be
indispensible. No, you can't have him.)
Last year, the brush
pile full of
pruned-off branches did okay in the middle of the forest garden, so I
decided to repeat the experiment. The previous pile had sunk down
to where it was only a few feet tall, so this year's prunings didn't
really raise the height up beyond the previous levels. Hopefully
my work eradicating weeds growing up through the pile last summer will
make the area semi-weed-free this year, and last year's cuttings should
be rotten enough by now that the nearby apple roots can take advantage
of the compost.
Here's the finished
product --- blackberries, red raspberries, black raspberries, and kiwis
are now all pruned. They look a bit like shorn sheep against the
snow, but I've found that heavy pruning is entirely worthwhile with
brambles. You get huge, delicious fruits that are easy to pick,
so you eat more of them.
Plus,
it's just fun out to be out in the garden in early February, watching
the daffodil leaves poke up through the snow and the song sparrows flit
about. Pruning week is one of my favorite times of the year, so
I'm glad I've still got all the fruit trees to go. Now, if I can
just learn to wear gloves so I don't have to bite thorns out of the
pads of my fingers all week....