Thriving

I am always amazed when I manage not to kill plants, inside or out.  If they begin to thrive under my care, then I'm really shocked.  Tessie and I walked over to check on our raspberry bushes today, and I was given such a shock.  We were given eleven raspberry roots and stalks from some clients of ours, and we planted them near the river at the back of our property.  Our hope was that at least one would take, and then spread, so we could have our own raspberry patch.  I can't even tell you how many frozen raspberries I buy every month, but the kids love them.  Shortly after we planted them, the leaves all shriveled up on the stalks, and pretty soon they just looked like brown sticks poking out of the ground.  I wasn't very hopeful, but I dutifully watered them, and crossed my fingers.  When Tes and I watered them this afternoon we found a welcome surprise.  Two of the plants had new growth, bright green leaves growing at the bottom of the stalks!  Tes was so excited she let out a "WOO-HOO!" and I echoed her sentiment.  Maybe I'm better at this gardening thing than I thought, wouldn't that be beautiful?