Once cut and pulled each bramble is piled with the others. They are all oriented with their bases at one end and their tops at the other. While this seems a small and mundane detail there is method to my madness. When the pile is raked together and tamped down the brambles interweave into one large bundle. It then is easily rolled onto a out spread tarp. I use the tarp as a sleigh to haul the bundle to its final resting place; the wood pile.
The Wood Pile is not a formally stacked row of cord wood but rather the accumulation of years of tree limbs and bramble bundles. Think of it more like a large item compost heap. Many's the time I have thought of setting it to the torch. Each time I reflect on it as a habitat for our friends, specifically the rabbits. I suspect there might be a warren beneath the tangle of limbs and the like.
So here is the barren ground...
And here is why all the blood, sweat and ... Iris
Bearded Iris Firebreather
Bearded Iris Superstition
Dutch Iris Mix
Pretty pictures and the promise of spring flowers.
It is a bit disconcerting if not counter-intuitive to be planting anything in the Fall. It always feels like Fall, with its turning leaves and cooler/colder temps, is the slow decline to the frozen barren ground of Winter. Just saying the words makes the prospect of planting new life in this season a true act of faith. Nature in its intricate wisdom surpasses the irrational logic of a simple man like me.
An October Rose bud... promises of a fall beauty.