A lovely day of sunshine, and it's amazing how much the energy levels go up. So I spent half of the afternoon weeding in the kitchen garden. A couple of the loads of imported alluvial soil can't have been properly treated, as they are now vibrant green with annual and nefarious weeds, mostly chickweed, with some thistle, pineapple weed, dock, nettle, etc etc. Temperatures are nudging towards 6 °C and the start of the growing season, so it's time to get on top of them. And we need the bed to heel in the fruit trees, which are arriving next week, and the holes in the orchard not yet dug. It's good to be back working outside.
On the down side, the two gates down at the southern edge, together with their substantial gate posts, have been stolen. The gates are not easy to get to, down muddy tracks around a couple of fields. The culprits left the wire fence tidily rolled back. They must have cased the joint, known about them from online publication of local government minutes, or something. But, why? Some people!
Between September 2010 and September 2011, I lived alongside an Anglican Benedictine community of monks and nuns. In November 2010, we moved from Broad Marston Manor near Evesham to Mucknell Abbey, a new eco-monastery near Worcester. This blog was about things that I observed and things that interested me. I have now stopped writing it. Thank you to all who were also interested.
Hope your gardening was more successful than Dad's and mine yesterday... John Henton (is that his name? Anyway previous incumbent) had neglected the veg patch so dad and I tried to dig up all the old iris and ivy roots so we could start growing veg again. But the roots were everywhere and very tenacious. And then the rain got worse and we both got covered in mud, and mum was annoyed with me for getting mud all over my non-machinewashable grey coat... Bit daft to wear it really... Anyway, hope you're well!
ReplyDelete