We are pruning blueberries

If we didn’t love pruning, it would be hard to go down to the field and wallow on the snow and the wet ground.  But pruning is interesting, not something to do by rote.  There are visual choices for the artist in you.  There are structural choices for the farmer who wants plenty of good-size berries.  There are practical choices for easy access for the people who mow, and who weed, and who pick.  I like the challenges of shaping something that does not stay exactly the way you arrange it.  It grows with or against your touch.  In summer, you see it respond.

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Reka Blueberry bush before pruning this week.

Today I want to work on the Reka bushes.  They grow fast and can throw out throngs of berries on one branch that force it to flop, undignified, to the ground.

I was glad to put on bulky winter clothes topped with rain pants, because the temperature hovered just above freezing, and a steady breeze kept the snow from melting.

How to start?  Look from the top to see what’s crowding the center.  Look from several sides to see what is crossing and bent.  Look to see what has too many short old branches.  Look for the fat flower buds that are waiting for spring to transform them to berries.  Each bud represents a cluster of berries.  Then look into the future.  Which stems are strong and straight enough to support the berries they will hold?

Reka after pruning.

Reka blueberry after pruning on March 5, 2013.

Once you have seen all this, then start removing stems you know will not grow well: the small, crowded and dead stems; the lower branches that will get little light and those that grow horizontally.  Take as much as one-third of the growth.

Here is the same Reka after Tuesday’s pruning.

I will look for it this summer, to see what it does.

Storm Preparations

Today, February 8, 2013, we spent the morning getting ready for the predicted storm which is supposed to bring 16″ of snow.  We made sure the sheep, donkeys and chickens were well supplied with water and food … that the barn doors were fastened to keep snow out of the stored hay … that firewood was by the stove.  And then, looking out the window to the blueberry field below – wait a minute!  Forty feet of deer fencing was sagging to the ground.

Donkeys Before the Storm

Donkeys Before the Storm

Fine snowflakes were blowing in the cold wind, and I quickly gathered ladder, wire, zip ties and rope into the truck and drove down to the sagging fence.  Two hours later, it’s good to know the fence is secure from the wind and possible snow load.

Just at that moment, Charlie, our generous arborist neighbor, showed up with a wonderful load of wood chips and dumped them on the chip pile for our blueberries.  Wonderful, because they were so fragrant and fresh – smelling like balsam fir.  Wonderful because they were small, uniform, beautiful chips that the berries would love because they included the smaller branches and needles from the tree.  Wonderful, because it was nice to see Charlie and the chips after being blown around for two hours by wind trying to knock over the ladder.

Now, we’ve waited all day.  Where is the snow?