Seeds, Sheds, Greenhouse Grief and a Nine O'Clock Bonfire — What a Week That Was
You know those weeks where you've barely sat down from one job before the next one is already shouting at you from across the garden? That's been this week in a nutshell. A proper, full-to-the-brim, no-sitting-down, back-aching, satisfying-as-anything kind of week. I wouldn't swap it. Not for the world. But by Friday evening I did wonder whether my knees would ever fully forgive me. Let's start at the beginning, shall we. Seeds. Lovely, Lovely Seeds. First things first — it was time to get the next batch of seeds set. And this is one of those jobs that I never get tired of, no matter how many times I've done it. There's something almost meditative about sitting there with your trays and your compost and your little packets, carefully pressing seeds into the surface and thinking about what they'll become in a few months' time. It never gets old. This time around I went for marigolds, nasturtiums, and calendula. Now calendula is an absolute favourite ...
