Rain halts play

I’ve been forced indoors for a cup of tea.   There I was, face up to the weak sun, stretching my back after finishing the row of the asparagus bed and before I managed more than a quarter of the raspberries it has started to rain.

The soil is so soft from all this rain that the weeds are yielding easily.   Fun work, if you forget that the weeds will all push up again in no time.   But I do like to start the season with a clean slate.   And the asparagus look very promising.

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And the day is done. Tidy plants; messy weedproof fabric.   When I get more time in March I shall remove, rake, and plan for the potatoes.   And move the cranberries down to the edge of the potager where they might get a bit more attention and water this season.   Until then you just have to avoid the unfinished weeding and the ugly black fabric and admire the handiwork.

The mole runs underneath the soil are proving useful. They are the perfect conduit for all the overflow water that is coming down from the mountain side.   Well, the source actually.   Another project for March.

The horses were happy at last. I weeded such huge juicy clumps of grass that I couldn’t resist taking them down by the bucketful for their delectation.

Right. Outdoors done. In for more painting of the living room walls.