With the grow houses planted up, I turned my attention to the rest of the garden, rolled up my sleeves (figuratively speaking – it wasn’t that warm) and started ripping out, composting and dismantling. Continue reading
With Mud trying to watch a program in the lounge and the girls in high spirits and voice and driving him mad, I decided that now would be a good time to get the years’ sowing underway, thus keeping the girls quiet for a while and giving Mud the peace he seemed to need.
So, having spread an old sheet on the kitchen carpet to catch the compost that was inevitably going to find it’s way there, I rounded the girls up and we got started. Continue reading