I’ve decided to part ways with two perennials in 2012. Both purple raspberries and sunchokes, or Jerusalem artichokes, are much overrated in my experience.
Claimed to provide the advantages of both red and black raspberries, I find purple raspberries to be a watered down version of either of the former two, flavor-wise and structurally, and I don't find them to be very vigorous. At least in my admittedly short experience with them, that was the case. I'm not a coddler of any of my plants, so perhaps more purple raspberries whose needs are given more attention, or spoiled, are an amazing treat I'll be missing out on. As a general rule, I insist that what remains in my garden long term is not codependent with me.
This year of severe drought, despite the fact that I didn't water the black or red raspberries, both provided a nice crop, and the blacks seemed to thrive. Granted, they fruit well before the harshest stretches of drought ever appear, but this fall they look great, as opposed to the purples, which formed pathetic little clumps and produced vapid-tasting shriveled fruits, whose color was as sad as the culinary experience. Perhaps I lack patience and faith, but I'm done with the purples.
...And out they came today, along with the sunchokes that won't play nicely in the garden with anyone else, including the gardener. While I admire their independence and resilience and know I'd run to them as a major survival staple if disaster were to strike, they lack any boundaries. Even when coaxed, prodded, dug up, and cut down to the ground, they persevere and multiply. If I ever have a cement-bordered plot, that's where they'll go, but until then, I'm trying to say farewell. (Any natural gardener who's ever tried to let go of sunchokes will know why goodbyes in this realm are largely doomed, but I'll keep attempting to sever our ties nonetheless.)
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These beauties look so stunning and innocent...