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Dreaming of English Desserts

Spring arrived this weekend –real spring — sunny and 60 one minute, cloudy and 40 and raining the next. I broke out the clothesline again (does anything smell as good as sheets dried on the line?)

But this is not one of my many paens to the clothesline — this is a post about berry bushes.

Because this weekend I planted berry bushes. I planted three gooseberries, four red lake currants and five bare-root raspberries (sticks, basically). I also planted a grapevine in the hot stony place off my porch where I’m hoping it will grow up the trellis eventually.

I’m dreaming of Summer Pudding, and Gooseberry Fool — although with the rate at which things grow here in the high desert, those are probably two or three years off.

But a girl can dream ….

I'm a writer and editor based in Livingston, Montana. I moved to Livingston from the San Francisco Bay area in 2002 in search of affordable housing and a small community with a vibrant arts community. I found both. LivingSmall details my experience buying and renovating a house, building a garden, becoming a part of this community. It also chronicles my efforts to rebuild my life after the sudden death of my younger brother, and closest companion, Patrick in a car wreck.