Forced indoors, just when I was poised to plant all the fruit trees. Rats. Outside it is tipping down with rain. So the only gardening related activity to report is the fun task of sorting out all my seeds.
A very winter task indeed. It has taken almost an hour. Fancy.
And now I shall don all the wet weather gear I own and wade up to the potting shed to see if Artur isn’t a drowned cat, and all my plants are snug.