Blackberry Manor

In my great delight in having a hayuuge new garden to play in, I underestimated the work it would need to create the lush and verdant oasis I want.

We have serious blackberries. The runners poke out of the lawn and threaten to take over. If I leave them, I will have absolute thickets. No wonder my landlord doesn’t mow, he weed-whacks.

In order to have bare-feet-worthy lawn, I am going to have to dig up the whole thing. Maybe several times over.

Either that or start a blackberry farm.

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