A friend gave me a small currant bush which I finally found space to inter. It's going to be a while before it bears fruit but I can't wait. We had a row of three bushes when I was a kid. I loved going out in summer and picking the little red clusters and popping them in my mouth, bursting them against the palate with my tongue. So tart and almost astringent. I'm not sure if they'll have the same appeal as a grown-up, but I'm going to try.
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Went traipsing through the meadow today with the spade and wheelbarrow, digging up large clumps of butterfly weed before the field's mowed for hay. I'm hoping that harvesting in a sizable clump and just sinking them into the garden as is will allay the transplanting problems I've had in the past with them. Related to milkweeds, they have a deep taproot that doesn't like being disturbed. We'll see how it goes. I've tried to establish them several times in the past with no luck, both by seed and by transplant. This just may be one I have to give up on.
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i want another bovine on the loose story!
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