I have a new plant nemesis, a delinquent cousin of the blackberry called dewberry (Rubus flagellaris).  In theory it bears fruit like others in its family, but I think it expends most of its energy plotting against humans.

It’s a long, stout vine that grows near the top of the pasture grass, patiently waiting to catch feet.  And if it fails to take me down, it’s perfectly happy to exact a blood tax from my ankles.

The sheep will nibble on the leaves, but not aggressively enough to set it back meaningfully.  To think that people argue about the existence of a benevolent deity…