Time up in the wild flower meadow. Good to trample the seeds in, and trim the grass to give them a vitamin boost, but we’ve got to ration it. The Donks aren’t allowed in, but their displeasure is made very clear with a bellyache (lovely word, very descriptive, glad I’ve found a use for it).
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden.
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel.
