Raspberry Sunday
I did the raspberries on Sunday. Well, I did the summer ones; the autumn fruiters will last a little while longer. The difference in treatment is quite marked. The summer raspberry fruits on canes that grew last year, so while I've been picking all those wonderful berries, a new set of canes has been growing and now the old ones can be cut out; right to the ground. While I was at it, I also cut out all spindly looking canes and dug up the ones that were growing out of the row. These can be given away to friends, if one has any. The new canes can then be tied in to whatever structure you have and the tops can be arched over and tied down after tipping. This does something mathematical to the flow of sap and is good for fruiting.
The autumn fruiters are rather different as they fruit on wood that grew this year, that's why they're late. So, when they finish fruiting, or more likely when the wasps have scoffed the lot, they should all be cut to the ground, leaving nothing but a set of woody stumps.
Jacob, he who planted potatoes to eat at Christmas, is a bit edgy as they were all killed by the blight. My rather childish comment that Global Warming seems to be over for the year didn't help his mood either.
As I may have said before, Jacob is a true believer in the new faith, the main tenet of which is not just that the world is getting warmer but that it's all our fault. Anyway, I agree that the world is getting warmer because since 1880, usually taken to be the end of the last mini ice age, the world's temperature has increased by 0.6 degrees Celsius. Of that, only 0.2 of a degree is due to man's baneful influence. The rest is due to the Sun and gas emissions from volcanic eruptions etc. I think the volcanos should be taxed until the pips squeak.