The house is full of chitting potatoes

I have the strimmer (ordered over the internet, lost by the courier company, found again, delivered after about five days delay – it’s still in the box downstairs and I haven’t even taken a peek.  I have the feeling that you aren’t supposed to cut grass when the weather is cold but it has to be cut sometime and soon. All those juicy slugs are lurking in that long grass.

I have the cold weather, its pouring with rain and I’d love to go up to the allotment and get something done. The house is full of chitting potatoes, and the first sweet peas and little nasturtium seeds have sprouted. They are sitting in toilet roll holders (don’t have enough plastic root trainers) just next to the window below my desk here. So lovely to see seeds growing again – I love spring.  I have another shopping list of things buy back at the garden centre. But time is not on my side. Have to do Tarzan work. So it’s off to the Pitt Rivers museum in Oxford tomorrow, and other things to take up my time this week.

Oh yes, and I have all my seeds in their nifty box and they are snug in the fridge, just waiting for me to work out when I need to plant them.