So according to the calendar it’s spring. The snow might have gone but I’m not so sure. Penny and I went hunting for evidence.
A worm buddy! I love worms. I wish there were more of them in my garden and I’m working on it. I picked this one up and put it into the grass, to make it less likely to be snaffled by a bird – is that the wrong thing to do? It seemed grateful, I think.
Lambs! I was getting worried, usually I can hear them bleating when I let out the chickens, but nothing so far. Turns out they’re just in a different field this year, and all is fine. I couldn’t get that close without spooking them, but the muncher above was totally uninterested in me or Penny. Clearly the grass was too tasty.
My garden! I spent the weekend in the front garden carrying out what felt like an archeological dig. Clearing away 15 years worth of dead plants was a big task. I found a rockery, paths, and these lovely daffodils which have been flowering every year under a mass of dead branches. It feels like I haven’t even scratched the surface, but the two-car loads of weeds I took to the community recycling centre tells me otherwise. (I am starting to make friends with the guys who work there. I love too that they take away my weeds and stuff I don’t want to compost, and then give me free compost in return.) I am utterly determined that this will be the year my garden will be returned to former glories. I’ve heard that 15 years ago it was loved and a thing of beauty, but the previous owners obviously neglected it, and did nothing but cut the grass occasionally.
This might look like a picture of soil. I guess it does, really. But right in the centre, that teeny tiny speak of green is actually a baby carrot! I had one good carrot year back in 2006(?), and have had no success since then, struggling even to get them to germinate. I have a good feeling about this year…
Out of the 100+ teeny seedlings in my greenhouse, this little cauliflower is my favourite. Something about the way it stands seems so earnest, and it looks like it waves to me whenever I go in. It’s so friendly.
Our local ice-cream man says that May is going to be a hot month. It doesn’t feel like it, but he is wise and all-knowing, so I’m choosing to believe him and be optimistic.