An allotment joy:
Wandering to your plot with no particular plans. Whiling away a warm evening hour, weeding and catching up on village gossip.
An allotment joy:
Wandering to your plot with no particular plans. Whiling away a warm evening hour, weeding and catching up on village gossip.
I blog, badly.
I make jam; marmalade too.
I grow vegetables: I have a hoe.
I build stuff: dowel A fits in hole D?
April’s potato planting: Dunluce double rows; Desiree times three; couple of potted spuds.
Broad beans and cabbage flourishing.
Runner bean and pea trenches dug.
Holiday Monday means gardening spending. Lavender, marigolds, nasturtiums, cornflower and sweet peas for complimentary planting. Peat-free compost, organic slug pellets to bed and protect.
Smell mix: tequila and Jeyes fluid. Scored margaritas this weekend: rewards for greenhouse cleaning, potato planting and general busying.
Also scored sweet Lindt chocolate.
Allotment: planted surprise cabbages, thanks Gordon. Red onions and early potatoes buried yesterday.
Greenhouse: cucumbers, tomatoes’ new friends.
Face: ruddy and tingling with sun.
Allotment: drew map of beds, measured and planned planting. Potato beds too narrow.
The end of summer in March. Trade allotment for desk tomorrow.
This mild spell. Do we get payback – wet June – or does water rationing start tomorrow?
Fifty: yet, I continue to fail Relationships 101.
Woke to a white blanket.
Day off: gardening not possible; installed smoke alarms after hour search for drill chuck key.
Jacko? This isn’t it.