The sun is out, the first lettuce, radish and spinach seedlings are coming through, apricots have set (assuming we get no more severe frosts) and the peach is in full blossom. There is a nice raised bed all ready to be sown with peas and I have even bought a new packet of pea seeds. I have gone so far as to identify the protective cloches I will use. So why the procrastination and sitting in front of the computer when there are useful things to be done?
Gardening here can be something of a pitched battle.
This is the bed I want to sow, also known as a good place to slough off that excess winter fur that is now surplus to requirements - thanks Maigret, I'm sure it will help the soil in the long run.
These two little cuties don't help either. Theoretically they should, as voracious eaters of slugs and bugs and all things rather slimy (apart from large snails which they collect as pets - don't ask...), but they do much the same as Maigret and make dust baths in the raised beds, or when thwarted, in the path material in between, and which I normally stumble in.
Then there is the need to move around the kitchen garden and why go round when you can go over? This applies to cats and chickens. In Black Chicken's case, she can fly just enough to get over the fence and into the broad bean bed, but not enough to get out again under her own steam and so panics and then makes a mess and damages the plants.
And all that is before the old favourites - couch grass, nettles, greater celandine, errant strawberries, bitter cress, shepherds purse, wild rocket (that one is my fault - I let it flower), bindweed, some rather nasty wild grasses with irritating seeds, goose grass and wormwood (again, my fault, I let it flower two years ago). Why bother? However the thought of being able to nibble fresh peas straight from the pod in the garden, and annoying John by muttering about having peas in our thyme is just too much. I must go sowing!!
This is the first garden that we haven't had veggies and fruit in. We do have some herbs in pots - I dug up the ones the previous owners had planted in the borders when I saw how many of the neighbours' cats visited the garden....
Posted by: Anne Donald | 01 April 2010 at 06:59 PM