They arrived before Christmas in an anonymous brown jiffy bag. When I peered in, I was startled to discover a jumble of roots and twigs. These were raspberry canes? I had to check wife’s parents weren’t playing a practical joke.
Here they are, planted up in last year’s potato bed. Five twigs standing to attention.
Every now and then they catch my eye, and I think, “you’re having a laugh, this must be a joke”. They're like a test of faith. Which is bad, because I've failed many a test of faith.