Showing posts with label blueberry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blueberry. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Potential For Blueberries



Day 191: Unless you have one of the self-pollinating varieties, you will need two different varieties of blueberry to obtain an optimal harvest. To further complicate matters, the varieties are broken down into three groups: early, mid-season and late-bearing. It will do you no good to have an early variety paired with a late-season type because they will not bloom at the same time, and you want them to cross-pollinate.

Therein was the rub. I'd had two bushes, but one had disappeared and the other was being shaded out by the contorted filbert (bad planning on my part). In the heat of my gardening fit, I dug it up and moved it to a container and only then remembered the pollinization requirement. Its tag was long gone, and with it just coming into leaf, I had no way to tell when it might bloom. Applying logic to the local climate, I figured I'd have bought mid-season varieties. In any event, if I bought a second mid-season plant, there would be some overlap with either a late or early type.

Second blueberry came home a few days ago, blooming and some berries already forming. I put it in a sunken container next to the first one without giving that plant a glance. Today, I was delighted to discover that the original bush is beginning to flower. It's nice to know my logic is consistent.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Bitten By The Gardening Bug


Day 181: Over the last two days, I have planted juniper tams, dug and transplanted a small fig tree, relocated the tomato pot (sunk to its waist in soil), sunk a second pot into which I moved a blueberry bush, relocated two of five horse chestnut trees to their permanent locations, stretched over 100 feet of weed barrier fabric, spread five bags of bark mulch, weeded the raspberries and laid weed barrier around them, and in all, have shovelled what surely must have been at least two 15-yard dump truck loads of dirt (I exaggerate, but my back and arms don't believe it) and busted enough sod that it's a wonder I have any grass left (but I do, and it needs mowing). The catch? I'm probably less than halfway done with the chores I've outlined for the yard and garden this year. Do I have a showplace yard? Not hardly! I love to work the soil, but I'm not much on keeping up appearances. There are no Joneses to keep up with, but if there were, I have the best crop of dandelions in the neighborhood.