Thanks to my many lovely friends, the garden is still looking beautiful; daffs are hanging on, tulips blooming, one magnolia is still making new blooms and the other is about to burst open.
It’s worth a thank you. I didn’t want to garden last year, but being sent trees and bulbs meant I had to and now, in a lovely Spring, we’ve just loved the colour and joy it has brought us. We’ve even sat out in the evenings, just enjoying the peace and the colour and each others company.
But time marches on and I want something I can see and touch and taste this year in the autumn and winter. So Josie and I have been planting and watering and making that happen.
There are pots with herbs, pots set ready for tomatoes sprouting on the windowsill, pots with peas and beans already showing through, pots with spring onions and radishes. (Yes I really did say I had done things ahead of time.)
These pots have carrots, potatoes and two types of courgette and when the beetroot, cabbage, cauliflower and very possibly something else upstairs shoot, they will get moved into what is about to become a veg patch underneath them.
I’m not totally sure where the pots will go then.
I spy, with my mummy eye…
This is my happy face. I will garden. You never know.