Fruity Comestibles

After my epic failure yesterday to go to the garden centre for just a packet of jerusalem artichokes, I spent today planting the 6 (count them ... six) fruit bushes that I somehow came away with. Curse you Louise and the tour of your plot replete with fruit bushes aplenty.
If the smell of the chicken poo pellets in the bottom of each of these bushes is anything to go by, I expect something of triffid like proportions later on in the year.

If all goes to plan these bushes should grow up the fence at the end of the plot and act as a windbreak to protect the rest of the vegies.