Spring must be here or hereabouts as my hay fever has started. We went out yesterday to get herbs from our local garden centre, it was bitter and they had lots of mother’s day style things but nothing in the way of herbs not even the hardier shrubbier ones so we went further out of town to a large garden centre which is part of a national chain and we did find some.
On the way there I noticed what my mum always call the green smoke, that whispy hardly perceivable bud burst, was starting on the hawthorns which make up quite a large part of our hedgerows and field boundaries. Even if we get a cold snap now it will only stall the impending season; we have turned the corner, spring is within touching distance.
So i’m very pleased to say that the next lot of compost is on its way. Maybe not quite enough to fill both beds but certainly enough to fill the first and partially fill the second. My potatoes are going in the far end of the second bed and they haven’t even arrived yet so no panic there. I will be growing a variety called Red Duke of York which I’ve grown before. I don’t see the purpose in growing all purpose potatoes in my limited space so I’m going for a nice red skinned first early which we will use as a salad potato. It’s land cress, lettuce and rocket next and red onions, which again have not yet arrived. A red theme is emerging, n’est-ce pas? Not anything to do with me being a red head I can assure you but, I believe them to be a bit more slug and snail resistant. Don’t say that too loudly because I haven’t actually seen any in the new garden, shhhh! It may be an old wives tale; it’s certainly this old wife’s tale.
On that happy spring filled note I will wish you all a happy Saint David’s Day and be on my way.
My blog has seen various levels of activity over the last seven years and when I started it back on aol hometown I didn’t think that it would have documented so much trauma. Life then seemed quite idyllic and perhaps I am having some of those same feelings of hope. Or perhaps I just have the freedom and space to think at the moment. It feels like an indulgence.
Of course, with the work I was doing previously, it would have been difficult and inappropriate to comment on the www about the things I was dealing with, something that at least one of my previous employers should have borne in mind but I am not bitter or twisted; well perhaps only a tad, only enough to leave a metaphorical eggy burp.
It really all has been a blessing of sorts. I will not give credit to my changed life to anyone apart from myself. To those who might wish to, I say they cannot claim that they knew it would be for the best. The fact is that they didn’t really know or care; I know that it has saved me and therefore saved our little piece of the universe.
I can’t adequately express the tsunami of change that has hit us and every so often, it seems, hits us again. What I can tell you is that I am glad that we are all still here bobbing, slightly dishevelled, surrounded by the flotsam and jetsam of “normal” life.
>I know in my heart that global warming is A BAD THING but the last few days which have, happily, coincided with half-term and a much needed break from the now 9 part time jobs have been spent very happily in the garden. I’m not a fairweather gardener and am happy in wind and rain, which has been just as well over the last few months, but to be able to potter with only the slight resemblance to Mr Bibendum that my natural figure invokes and without the layers of fleeces, jumpers and ski jackets has been rather delightful.
In other lovely news the Artist’s minigallery will be up and running from 19 February – watch this space.
And finally heart felt Valentine congrats to my friends over here.