I set out last Sunday with the best intentions and a humble goal: tame the unruly wild raspberry patch in the front yard.
There is nothing more delicious than a fresh wild berry; volunteer food that just needs a little help once established. Despite a lack of attention and cultivation we had a great Adirondack raspberry harvest last year. I decided not to press my benign neglect luck, grabbed the lopping shears and headed out to prune and clean the dead raspberry canes.
It wasn’t long however, before I was back in the house in search of my camera. Our yard is recently reclaimed forest, a hotbed of blooming Adirondack woodland wild flowers.
Although I tried hard to remain on task with the raspberry conquest, new flower discoveries were around every corner and in every decomposing nook and cranny. The beautiful tiny distractions proved too alluring.
Granted, the raspberry patch cultivation project is 80% complete, but the wildflowers are 100% delightful.