Who needs them?
What is their purpose on earth?
Why, oh why do blackberries need them?
And why did I buy a farm, that had rows, that had bushes, that had blackberries, that had thorns? (Does this make any sense?)
Let's ask for a visual, shall we?
Before....imagine nine 40' rows of these thistly, gristly, bristly berries. As far as the eye can see, miles and miles of thorns if they were laid end-to-end. Horrific, really.
After....7 rows pulled up, yanked out and cut to the quick, leaving only the sweet, sleek wood of adjacent blueberry bushes.
All that is left are these 2 rows to be cut, mulched and salvaged as 1 short row of THORNLESS blackberries for years of delicious (and painless) propagation.
(I will spare you the torn flesh images that happened somewhere between before and after. Horrific, really.)
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