I had to look up my last yearÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s diary to see when the potatoes went in, and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m glad I did. I now remember reading that some people swear by them all going in by the last weekend of March, but the 8th is way too early. I shall content myself with weeding today instead.
It is actually very warm today, and I am most inappropriately dressed. Fleeces and heat do not combine well. I ate my lunch marvelling at the birds and the warm weather. The garlic has come up. And in some places I have had to feel about under the surface and ease the single green stalk into the light.Ã‚Â It is looking very neat I must say. And when I put in my endless rows of potatoes, well! It will be half done.Ã‚Â I will sow another row of peas next week. But just weed some more land. Must hold back on the potatoes. But itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mighty temping with this weather.
I put my cold frame further out in the sun. It is hidden by the shed and getting a bit too much shade in the early morning. For some reason one of the clear boxes was full of water. CanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t quite work out how it managed to get under the Perspex lid, but who am I to question these mysteries. I emptied the water out on the westringia shrub being bonsai-ed in its pot right now. CanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think of those poor plants Ã¢â‚¬â€œ they just have to cope with life in pots until I get them either to France or give them away. (I have to do something about my bottle brush trees too. I have sort of pledged them to my hairdresser if she gets her house sale. But how on earth will she get them there? And I should be venal and sell them on the internet. Save some moneyÃ¢â‚¬Â¦who knows. Gardening is so much about sharing that I dread making money out of so much lovely pleasure.
More daffodils for the vase and home I went