Planting something (too late)

Garlic in , two rows. Way too late by conventional standards. I read somewhere (?) it can go in now, though there is risk it will not form proper cloves, rather produce large bulbs, like onions, as it needs frost (or at least cold) to make it split. Nothing lost, it would have rotted anyway so in it goes. May get frost, may not. Big garlic onions might be good...

I was going to prepare the bed and plant the onion and garlic sets, way too wet, the soil clings to the feet in huge clumps. Touch of the Flanders. Incoming....

Let's hope it's fine Saturday, and, I can be out on the weekend....

Printemps? Pas encore!

A hiatus of some four months due to travel, inclement weather and a general disinclination to tackle my small patch of London clay. I return with some trepidation. A sunny, breezy, early spring day. It is not anything like my gloomy imaginings. Some weeds, mainly grass, few docks and dandelions.

Set about digging over the bottom right bed again (feel like Sisyphus), do it, needs another pass, start the adjacent bed and then a third. Then, the Iceman cometh, hail, thunder and a great darkness. Drenched. Home. Bath.

I enjoyed it. It feels good to be back on the earth.