Shedding the shade cloth
September. The turn of the year. We are heading into autumn. And the past few days of cool weather and wind have tempted us to accept this it really is the change of seasons.
So I should have worn a bit more than a tee shirt when I was weeding this afteroon. Mild sunburn. So much for the chill.
Well, I did start the day in fleeces and gilet as it was nippy. But there was a good task to warm up. Wood moving. Here is the lean to at the eastern end of our house. Two layers deep with wood now which is a very warming sight. 
From there it was just a simple skip to the potager which was in sore need of attention.
I want to sow some green manure (mustard) seeds in the gaps that are appearing now the crops are being harvested; but that means having a weed-free space first.
And it’s amazing how long it takes just to get in and remove the pesky weeds. But it was glorious weather and fun to make some room under the shade cloth.
Boy am I glad to pack that away for the season. I’m back to the almost invisible black cloth now to protect my plants from marauding deer.
And there was enough bare earth under this cloche to plant out the dozen lettuce seedlings which have been coming along in the past fortnight. Here’s hoping this new surge of warm weather won’t make them bolt. I have sown so-called bolt resisting varieties, so I have hopes we will be eating salads until October.
By 7pm I had almost finished two quadrants; just the beans and the cabbage to go tomorrow.
But I do want to plant out the eragrostis grasses tomorrow as well. Something creative in among the rather mindless activity of weeding.
Luckily I did have some early evening entertainment. Artur actually woke up.
He has clocked up about 14 hours sleep today in the potting shed, and he must have wondered where I had got to as I usually stalk in and wake him up with a pat every few hours. He is so biddable when he is deeply asleep. 
But he didn’t stay long. Just time enough to check up on me, have his head scratched, and meander off.