Hello ever so slightly shorter gloomy winter days.
Well we have passed the winter solstice – the shortest day. No longer will the day be so abruptly ended at 5:11pm! With each passing day we will begin our descent towards summer. Each sunset will bring us a minute closer to the warmer sunnier days of a perfect summer. Because this season is going to be “the one.” It has to be because I am going to be so ready for it and will have done so much preparation and I am going to have the best garden ever!
It is still cold outside. The boffins at the weather office say it is currently 8.5C. Now I could get out of bed and go and check on my outside thermometer but if the boffins say it is 8.5C why would I want to get out of bed and go outside to confirm this. In this instance I am willing to take their word for it! They also say the day should warm up to a sunny 16C with a chance of 0.1mm of rain at 10am but I shall ignore the rain thing – the boffins are never right anyway.
My last sniffles have been snuffed and I no longer need to take an endless supply of tissues with me wherever I go. That nasty lurgy took some shaking off – but he has gone and my energy has been restored. My first thoughts are directed at the more mundane housework – the kinds of things only a mother notices, but the family did do a good job. But I don’t mind spending time in my new kitchen setting things straight – in fact it is a pleasure. Although I do have to remind myself that baking isn’t my thing, my ‘thing’ is waiting outside….
The garden calls to me. I see it from the windows and I as soon as I am able or should I say ‘allowed to’ – Hubby the Un-Gardener has been growling at me about ending up perpetually sick if I don’t get inside in the warm and the dry…blah blah blah… His concern does come from a place of love and this was a long bug.
I have managed to escape a few times and have found the soil a pleasure to work. The beds have drained away nicely from all the torrential rain – two weeks ago we had almost 50mm in one day – not including the rain on the day before and the day after. It was just as well I was banished to the inside. The ground is still a little sticky – but it is winter and you kinda expect it to be muddy, especially when you live in a swamp! The soil in the beds is lovely. So soft and crumbly – even the thug of a dock weed just slips out without leaving part of that annoying taproot tip firmly wedged deep down underground that you know will just come back and haunt you in the height of summer when the soil is set rock hard! I have been out there trying to make up for lost time and have found I can almost weed an entire bed in no time at all. But there are only a few of these ‘easy beds left.’ I think things may require a bit more effort from now on.
Last night I cast a glance towards the setting sun and decided with the increasing day length (a whole 1 minute) and my lovely soft soil, I would see if I could indeed clear a bed before it got dark and I was so pleased with myself – I managed it in just over half an hour! I should have timed myself! So now I have completed tidying or clearing 11 of my 30 beds and with 12 days left in my personal challenge, I’m sure I could easily make it!
Come again soon – the green has returned to my thumb.
Sarah the Gardener : o )