When I moved
the surviving blueberries and gooseberries downhill from the
ultra-shady spot where they originally lived, I was a bit concerned that
such mature bushes wouldn't survive being transplanted. So I pruned
them harder than usual, removing perhaps a third of the top growth.
Then I waited to see what would happen.
So far, so good. The
plants old enough to bear fruit are indeed blooming copiously and the
tender new leaves show no problems yet. It'll be awfully nice to have
the fruit so close to the back door for daily picking, and I can
already tell I'm going to get three times the pleasure despite cutting
the planting size back by a factor of four. Now that's math I can get
behind.