Today I have been planting seeds, knowing that over the next 10 – 14 days tender shoots will appear, ready for transplanting to the vegetable plot which is not yet ready for them. Rather focuses the mind.
I have reused the containers which contained the box hedging. The handles have been trimmed off, providing a place to pencil on the details of what I have planted.
I have ordered some raised beds, but they probably won’t be here for a fortnight. I have dug and weeded. There’s not much I can do now until the raised beds arrive and the seeds have come through….
well nothing much, except keeping on top of the rest of the garden!
Here is my solar powered radio, which accompanies me around the garden. Sunday is my favourite time for the radio. ‘Desert Island Discs’ made me cry and is a must listen, especially the bit about the haiku. I do think Kirsty Young is brilliant in the chair.
Later I listened to ‘Poetry Please’ and cried again. This time I was at the top of a ladder, over the fence, trimming the Red Robin (Photinia)
Then there’s ‘Pick of the Week’ – most of which I listened to while preparing the leg of lamb with slivers of garlic and sprigs of rosemary, ready for the wanderers return. (Cyclo has been out on a ride, about 105 miles from Stourport, on the The Wyre Forest Stinger and he was very ready for his roast, and a few extra carbs in the form of a rhubarb and ginger crumble.)