Brentwood Garden

Yesterday I spent most of the day in my garden, weeding and cutting back blackberry branches that did not have berries or flowers on them.

Yesterday was suppose to be the annual tour of the Portland Community Gardens, but, unless everyone just visited the north end of the community garden-I was not aware of any visitors.

I finished half the garden and today I will finish the center to the north end.
I passed by a garage sale early in the morning. My hand pruners had fallen apart a week ago and I couldn't reconcile the price of hand pruners these days as it has been 20+ years sense I bought a pair, these, at the yard sale were 25 cents. They looked like rust itself, but when I tried them on a branch in their yard they worked quite well and I was happy. So my blackberries did get a cutting back. I have been watering them faithfully and actually fed them 20-20-20 fertilizer, which was the only fertilizer I could find on my daughters shelves in the deep, dark basement, where I presently reside. My fellow gardeners look on with awe, because, who, in Oregon, waters and fertilizes blackberries? I also have bird net draped over the entire bush. I don't want to share any of my berries with the birds and they get the message. They are mine and I want all of them. I think that I may be growing the same amount as I did on Gresham, but my memory and imagination play tricks on me.
I can't remember, anymore, how large the blackberry bush was on Gresham.

My home made organic fertilizer is spent. The trout has disintegrated, only a worm like spinal cord remains and the potato is fragment, I added chopped wheat grass for a last fling, but I have had chopped green onions for nitrogen. I am ready to make more.

It looks like I will be moving out of Sherman's and Olivia's come next Wednesday. My unemployment claim has come in and car insurance is around the corner. To the mountains with me,I say, and fair you well!