More like sticks. We planted sticks. That's what they look like, anyway. They're actually Heritage Red raspberry sticks. I mean plants. Someday we'll have lots of juicy red raspberries growing along the driveway. And maybe someone will pick them. I don't even like raspberries, but the Tween does. It'll be her job to pick them.
If these six plants thrive, I'll have to find ways to use them. The Tween can only eat so many.