Packing

I’ve discoverd the most evil product in the pantry: nutella. It calls out to me and demands to be spread on bread.   But I feel in a teensy way that I have earned this late morning snack.

I’ve spent ages packing up the potting shed.   Hauling out all the little seedlings, grasses and young plants that are not quite ready to be planted; and putting them in the shade of the calabert for the week I will be away. It took about 12 loads in the wheelbarrow, but so much easier now the path has been levelled.

And naturally I then had to settle to actually sweeping and sorting and tidying away.   I had wondered where Artur had got to. He has been pestering me all morning, and was frankly amazed that he should choose the box where I keep old potting compost.   But I guess it’s cool, if a bit gritty underneath.   And he can keep an eye on me.

The staging looks very bare now, but I can’t keep plants in their without all the windows open; and stormy weather is forecast. But I will keep the French windows open on the east side of the building. We rarely get storms and rain from the east, and it is the cat’s front door.

I did manage to sneak in a good half hour of bramble removal on the teensy terrace above the path. It’s a continuation of the calabert bed, full of the lovely green flowering plant bupleurum.   I will probably plant about a dozen more here in this spot now the that the first batch are up and away.   Plenty of brambles in the path here and just about anywhere you care to think. But I will win in the end, surely?

Sorry the cat features in every picture this morning, but he has been so clingy that anything I do outside is done with his lurking or purring presence. Life is going to be very dull for both of us over the coming week.