Tuesday, September 22, 2009

One man's ceiling is another man's floor

My neighbor's blackberries have climbed the fence, slithered into my trees and are lunging toward the hydrangeas. Feisty and mean these aggressive critters grow taller, bending,winding and grabbing. Kudzu with teeth. Cutting them back is dicey. I am left nursing jagged scratches. Fighting blackberries anywhere in the Northwest is a never ending battle, but one I have tried to fight over the years, hacking here and there and being a good neighbor at the same time. Clipping, hacking, not really admitting that my gentle soul is bent on killing. Minimal and fleeting success, a day or two, before the monster roars bigger and bolder. My yard erupts in blackberry laughter at my feeble violence. I read an article "brutalizing a blackberry only serves to invigorate it's determination." My property would soon be swallowed. I headed to the neighbor's house with forced resolve. I would smile. I would be friendly. I would carefully suggest that we consider just a tiny drop of blackberry getridder from a bottle with a skull and crossbones. Just a tiny drop. Not something I would ever want to do,but...... At the door wiping her hands on her apron, she smiled, she even hugged me. "Why hello neighbor! Come on in and join us," she gushed, "we're making blackberry crepes!" War postponed. Indefinitely.

5 comments:

Helen said...

I love the way you realized this was a fight not worth waging ... and trust the crepes were delicious!

One Woman's Journey said...

I have missed you and have checked repeatedly for your next "writing".
I love your style of writing.
I planted rasberries and they are just like what you are fighting.
You are too kind!!!

Ralph said...

Your blackberry vines are for you what mulberry trees were for us in Northern Va. Trash trees that will grow at the drop of a single mulberry (of which there is no such thing, of course), they create a great purple mess in the spring as they fall to the ground, too numerous, even, for the birds to dispatch.

But are they ever delicious. Right off the tree, or in a pie. I had to respect those trees even as I cursed their profligate mess.

Tabor said...

I had to smile at this and was so glad there was a calorie filled ending.

Beth Niquette said...

Heehee...how funny! I have had dealings with the blackberry vine root from hell--we dug it up--it had to have been a foot across. I kid you not!

Then a wonderful friend gave me four starts of THORNLESS blackbarries. How wonderful to be able to harvest those marvelous berries without bleeding to death...

You are an amazing writer, by the way. I totaly enjoyed this post.