Pre breakfast surge

Full of vim I have done five loads of compost before breakfast.   Not for any virtuous need to get a lot done in the day: rather it’s going to be too hot to attempt this hot sweaty task later.

I do wish I had asked for help from the lovely nephews last week. It’s hard work hauling the compost out of the bins and wheeling it all the way up to the top of the property.   But it will be well worth it when I want to plant up these banks in the autumn.

The soil that Nicolas used to fill the bank is fine; but thin.   And if I am to invest in some Filippi nursery plants later, they need a good start in life.   So each wheelbarrow load has to be considered a jolly good thing rather than a heavy juggernaut that wants to shudder and tumble down the terrace slopes before I’ve managed to shovel out the entire load.

Before going in for breakfast I moved all the seedlings into the shade. I sowed the clary sage from Leslie just last week. And now, suddenly, they have germinated, and are up in their pots and fighting for space.

So I have carefully pricked them and hope I don’t have a sea of the little critters before the end of the week.   I have pricked out 80 already.