|Raspberry sorbet in its infancy|
So it was shocking to me this morning as I was sweeping and vacuuming and generally tidying up in the hen yard (hyperbole intended for those of you who may think I'm over the top on this neatness thing) that the raspberry canes were wriggling out vigorous shoots that would soon be branchlets 18" long with leaves and flowers and then soft, fat, sweet, warm berries, all this tucked into a slow motion explosion of life.
First out and last in--a full-season bloomer
A quick take around: the yard indeed looked like a billboard worthy of spring documentation.
|Tulip cup filled to the brim with Oregon rain|
|A dance of Delphiniums|