Seeds ready and organised
Tale of a naughty cat
Returning outside after lunch I observed something which perplexed me. I could not understand how the cat could have managed to shut herself up inside the green-house, closing the door.
She was sitting on my salad growing tubs on top of the horticultural fleece covering my lettuces and crushing them. I must have shut her in – I hadn’t missed her and I don’t suppose she had missed me either.
Smug cat (Poppy) sitting on my salads
We planted 20 varieties of willow for basket making last year. I have just harvested a handful of stems for my first crop. I am weaving a tiny willow support for tiny plants.
The willow crop My weaving takes shape
‘In the green’.
Last year I toiled away for hours planting snowdrops at the bottom of the field where our neigbours have a way across. Seventy five percent of them have been dug up and eaten by badgers, leaving just a few. I will persevere and plant more now just as soon as they finish flowering and clumps can be replanted ‘in the green’ – which is the best way.
Snowdrop (top) and badger hole (bottom)
Asparagus bed planted
Asparagus planted – now I feel really grown up. Nigel and I have always dreamed of having asparagus of our own, how exciting . Just have to wait 2 years. And yes – I will be trying the Ruth Stout method of dumping hay on the bed. Have chosen 12 plants, four each of Mondeo, Pacific 2000 and Guelph Millennium. (Purchased from the Telegraph Gardening Shop – the Telegraph has its uses).
The Telegraph Gardening Shop enabled me to buy just a few plants of each asparagus variety
Primroses for picking and the start of spring
A reminder that it was always traditional for children to gather primroses from country lanes for Mother’s Day. On time, my primroses are out perfectly, and I picked a posy today – so sweet smelling. I have just released my youngest child into the wild and am now an empty-nester, so I have to pick my own primroses!
Whilst pottering around the veg plot I heard a familiar sound, the buzz of a bumblebee, a welcome sound of spring. Then I spotted it as it tumbled drowsily low across the sunny bank, looking for something -maybe snowdrop, aubretia, primroses, early daffodils perhaps.
Primroses – so pretty