I’m trying out a new method of supporting the raspberry/blackberry bushes that I read about in The Good Life. I spent the morning clearing out the old canes and tying the new ones onto bamboo stakes (several canes per stake) using velcro plant tie tape (so that I can go back and add any new branches that may grow over the summer). The plants run alongside the path that my husband brings his bike through every day, so the plants have to stay as upright as possible. I’m a little worried that the bamboo might not be substantial enough, but it seemed to work okay, and I can always replace it with something bigger if I have to.
Danielle and Phelan’s comments on one of my earlier posts about raising their own meat, as well as Steph’s musings about not being able to kill any of her animals for food got me thinking about my own visions of farm life. I dream of having enough space to raise chickens and a few goats but there’s no way I’ll ever be able to eat any of them. The reason that I ever became a vegetarian in the first place was because I’d spent many years hunting deer and moose at my dad’s side and watching my grandfather kill the chickens, cows and pigs he’d raised (which I’d stupidly gone and bonded with). They were always telling me to “harden up”, but it’s not looking like I ever will.
I guess I’ll just have to build nice posh lodgings for all the geriatric animals I’m going to have!