|The best way to see blossom - with blue sky behind|
|Worth a detour|
|More wood anemones, probably from a garden nearby|
|False spikenard growing by the day|
But the real action this week was up at the allotment. My son has done mighty work up there, turning very heavy clods of clayey soil and scutch grass, preparing the way for the rest of us (thanks DM!). So there we were on Saturday: a meitheal of us bashing clay off clods of old scutch grass, building frames for raised beds, sifting through the soil for the dreaded white roots that'll spring into a million more scutch seedlings, and--at last--planting some potatoes! Sharpe's Express: earlies. I've never grown spuds before but as they form one of my earliest gardening memories--watching my Da dig them up and then the wonder at how different they tasted--I'm keen to give them a go. On Sunday the work continued and I planted some red onions. There'll be broad beans, runner beans and peas of different types too I hope, over the next few weeks. Many thanks to all the helpers - you know who you are: I'd be lost without you all. Here's how the allotment is moving from weedy wilderness to something that may provide us with our very own homegrown produce.
|Oh no... on this we're going to try to grow vegetables?|
|Putting a bit of order into the picture; spuds and onions in|