I’ve been away this week with work, so had to let our plot fend for herself. However, on my return I was straight up there to see if everything was in order and to do a few jobs.
To my delight the cabbage is off and running, and, if I do say so myself, looking pretty good.
Onto the carrots and yep, the little seedlings are pushing through thick and fast. Also, the wildflowers are having a whale of a time on their patch.
Next up, the peas. And would you believe it they too are coming through which is-
Hang on what’s this… WEEDS?
The warmer weather, the rain and wind has kick started one of the gardener’s many nemeses: weeds. So I quickly arm myself with my trusty hoe and start dispatching these protruding buggers with accurate precision and without emotion. I was raining weed-maggedon on these unwanted guests. All I needed was a torn vest, squinty eyes and an eternal pout and I’d have been Bruce Willis on a bad day.
Something tells me spring has arrived… ‘’Welcome to the party, pal’’.