100BM Day #31

I am on record as not being a summer person. Sure, sitting outdoors and reading (as I was doing until a few minutes ago) is wonderful, but when it’s above, say, 25°C, I lose all interest and start missing my cardigans. Perhaps this is why I am opting for the Maritimes, Scotland, and Iceland as vacation destinations in the coming months.

The mosquitoes are actually bothering me this year, too (I am barely allergic to them, so their bites rarely itch, but swarms of stingers are still no good). And there are days when no sunscreen in the world can protect me from lobsterification. My skin is a mess.

However, there are a few benefits to summer, particularly after a seriously long winter and rainy spring.

For example, MY FUCKING RASPBERRY PLANTS ARE GOING APESHIT RIGHT NOW. YESSSSSSSS.

I could not be more thrilled that I didn’t know raspberries would actually thrive in this ridiculously toxic backyard.

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THEY HAVE MULTIPLIED. THREE PLANTS ARE NOW SEVEN PLANTS (I think).

I am going to have to trim them back, actually, and/or figure out how to segregate them, which is really anathema to everything I believe (that raspberriness is next to godliness), but if my whole yard were raspberry plants, however would I pick them? Motorcycle leathers and really long tongs?

The best bit (apart from DELICIOUS) is that squirrels cannot climb them (too floppy, too spiny).

FUCK YEAH.

Of course, given my luck, I’m now waiting for hordes of locusts, hummingbirds, and children in chainmail gloves to descend on my garden as soon as those fuckers are ripe.