Teetering steps

Half an hour. Just half an hour. But it was a start. I am in the trenches trying to make some straight paths. So that’s sporting.

How can it be that no two quadrants are alike? I have no idea how that works out.  But I’m trying to make a few of the paths align.

Tomorrow I ought to be able to have a better go at it. And actually I was halted late this afternoon by the huge crop of poppies that have self sown in the potager.  They needed to come out.

I’ve dug them up carefully and transplanted them in the wildflower bed where they belong. And promptly forgot to take a picture of them. Which is a shame as they are green and lush little plants.  And most of these blogs are relentlessly brown.

Here’s some colour. Artur’s new spot. Note his choice of boxes to snooze in. And he has gone for Leslie’s blanket instead.  But that’s fine; a potting shed without a resident sleeping creature feels very bare indeed. I’m just glad he isn’t sleeping on the seedlings.

Another thing I did in the gloaming was to make a start shoveling all the snow plouged soil, grass and gravel that is lying undecorously across the road.  I have thought long and hard where to put it.  And have come up with a clever solution.

Down on the orchard level there is a huge gap in the bank. I suspect it was an old path for animals to get up the slope. Or a short cut to the old potager. So I’m going to fill it in. That ought to take days I don’t have. So maybe I’ll just do a little each day.  The annoying thing is the soil and grass is just so heavy.  And the last thing I want to do is put my back out with a heavy load.