I mentioned on the garden thread that I have blueberries from my grandma's property. We jokingly called them plumb berries becuase the berries are so big.
The poor plants would sag under the weight of their fruits and it was quite a job picking. Everyone in the family had a large supply of berries in their freezers.
She started them as cuttings back in about 1979 so they were well established. After my grandma passed away last fall, it was kind of a priority to try and get the plants out before the house was sold. My sister and I made an attempt one afternoon but shovels and a truck didn't get us very far.
After A LOT of digging and a little pulling, the first two went easy, but the rest refused to move.
We had to return another day and call in the big gun. My grandma's close friend and neighbor has a tractor. I love the song "Friends With Tractors."
"Son you ain't got a thing on me. See, I got friends with tractors!"
A load of wood is easier on my pickup.
It took three of us to muscle them out of the truck, onto a cart, and into the ground.
My sister has three of the plants, being guarded by german shepherds.
I have two planted by my garden with a few other blueberry plants that were already there when I bought the place.
My parents took two plants. They got the biggest one and the smallest one.
I was a little worried about mine this winter.
But now they're showing signs of growth. I hope that's a good thing.
As long as a couple make it we can take cuttings to continue the strain. I've got a couple of small cuttings that I started last year from her plants but I don't know if they survived the winter.
The poor plants would sag under the weight of their fruits and it was quite a job picking. Everyone in the family had a large supply of berries in their freezers.
She started them as cuttings back in about 1979 so they were well established. After my grandma passed away last fall, it was kind of a priority to try and get the plants out before the house was sold. My sister and I made an attempt one afternoon but shovels and a truck didn't get us very far.
After A LOT of digging and a little pulling, the first two went easy, but the rest refused to move.
We had to return another day and call in the big gun. My grandma's close friend and neighbor has a tractor. I love the song "Friends With Tractors."
"Son you ain't got a thing on me. See, I got friends with tractors!"
A load of wood is easier on my pickup.
It took three of us to muscle them out of the truck, onto a cart, and into the ground.
My sister has three of the plants, being guarded by german shepherds.
I have two planted by my garden with a few other blueberry plants that were already there when I bought the place.
My parents took two plants. They got the biggest one and the smallest one.
I was a little worried about mine this winter.
But now they're showing signs of growth. I hope that's a good thing.
As long as a couple make it we can take cuttings to continue the strain. I've got a couple of small cuttings that I started last year from her plants but I don't know if they survived the winter.
