Continuing to catalogue plants I’ve not got
The notion of my garden being bramble free is, clearly, ridiculous. But the brambles here are wild, and fierce (if admittedly, for two weeks in summer, generous with their fruit), whereas this bramble appears refined and, quite frankly, a little on the dreamy side.
In reality, this particular salmonberry (Rubus spectabilis ‘Olympic Double’) from North American is probably just as wild and fierce as its native British cousins, appearing in Schedule 9 of the UK Wildlife & Countryside Act where all the naughty plants hang out together, smoking and smirking and heckling passers-by, under a banner which reads ‘invasive non-native species’.
Which is as may be, but just for now, let’s admire the flowers. Look at that. A fully double, flouncy pink thing, on cinnamon-coloured stems bursting politely into bright green leaf in such a way as to offset the beauty of the blossom, rather than to try to drawn attention from it. A pretty bramble, that flowers in spring – what’s not to like? Ok, it’s a bramble. It has prickles, and runs at the roots. The word ‘thicket’ invariably puts in an appearance quite prominantly in any description.
But still, I say. A pretty bramble, that flowers in spring. And copes with woodland edge shade. Here, take my money...
If anyone wants me, I’ll be found at the heart of the pretty, pink-flowered bramble thicket.


the first prickle felt…
A prickle
My daily experience is full of brambles and briars, and their... not thorns, but prickles. (While a poet may suggest that a rose and its cousin…