Walking the dog on Monday, I couldn't help but notice that everyone was out in the fields either cutting back old growth, ploughing or sowing seed. This made me feel doubly guilty as I came back to our garden to be faced with a raised bed that has been promised great things over the past year but has only had a watering system installed, which has made the weeds very happy but has done little to improve the garden. So the computer was abandoned and I spent Tuesday digging over the heavy clay and Wednesday planting 11 small rose bushes. (Why 11? because I bought 10 and was given an eleventh rose bush and a lavender plant on top). I hope the liberal application of mature manure and lots of water will produce the long anticipated rose bed.
After completely relining and retiling our leaking roof last week, lots of other little jobs are lingering but have been put on hold until we can visit the D.I.Y. store. My neighbours seem to manage very well without throwing cash at problems. If they need a gate, they build one with whatever is to hand.
Who says ladders have to be straight?
I was especially impressed with this impromptu scarecrow that went up on Monday to protect newly scattered spinach seeds. As the breeze gently lifts the skirt it does look like a ghostly farmer seeing off the wild boar.