Sunday in the garden
To compensate for Ireland losing to France, spent Sunday afternoon in the garden liberally scattering Marshall’s Organic Farmyard Manure and Silver Birch Mushroom Compost. The garden now stinks (so we apologise to the neighbours).
Seeds in the greenhouse are doing well - the sweet peas are well on, today we just spotted the first “little alien” of a broad bean, and the rocket in the drainpipe has just started to grow.
Spring has sprung. Weather forecast is for warmer but wetter weather. Maybe it’s time for war on slugs…
Do you make your own compost John?
Yes, currently about 2 m^3. All kitchen scraps, garden rubbish, old tea.
Us too. Ours gets guinea pig poo dropped in it too for good measure!
We have a small family of field mice who perform the same function…
Interesting to note Ruth’s purely vicarious interest in gardening - the most she ever does is put a few tea bags on the compost! Traditionally Adams, I suppose. It’s you & Jacqueline who buck the trend…
I suppose it’s a bit like Roger’s vicarious relationship with paperwork and the washing machine!
I don’t think I have any relationship with paperwork or washing - it’s all done by magic isn’t it? You know, dirty pants in the basket, clean pants in the drawer. It just happens. No idea how.