Anyway..... here's what I did with the last batch. My Honesty seeds are just beginning to peek through.
And in these cardboard loo roll tubes, hopefully baby leeks are forming! I can transplant the whole tube directly into the ground to ensure they get a good start on the straight and narrow!! ;)
What about you lovely readers? Have you any bright ideas for re-using/recycling everyday packaging? I have a fear of becoming like Mr Trebus who was featured on a Life of Grime some years ago - remember the old Polish guy who would never throw anything out?! That's me that is!!
And just stood for a while... watching. It was completely still. Completely and utterly quiet in all directions.
I stood for the longest time, just breathing and being. I had bare feet and the nettles are out in force so I couldn't stray out onto the path, but it didn't matter. It was so peaceful just standing there, watching dusk fall across the field. The hedgerow birds chuntered noisily to themselves as they settled down for the evening, and a male blackbird bustled about, kicking up a cacophony of shrieking every so often, scaring the life out of me each time he did so!
Eventually, as it grew more dim, my ailing camera couldn't cope with the light levels so I can't share with you any pictures of the two tiny bats which were zipping around just over head height. Minnie cat came out with me and sat on the path for a while, her white coat looking ghostly against the darkening surroundings, before she went off to terrorise the local vole population.
Best of all though was watching a strange deep purple cloud holding low over Wychbury Hill, like a darkening bruise. I thought it was just night drawing in, until the most brilliant flash of lightning lit up the skies beneath the cloud, followed by a deep grumble of thunder. The air was electric and suddenly energised and the band of pressure I had felt around my head for the last hour or so became quite pronounced. I smiled to myself. Now I know why I was feeling so restless. I stepped back into the garden and locked the back gate and marvelled at quite how dark it had got in such a relatively short space of time. The "purple bruise cloud" was travelling quite quickly and was almost over the top of our house. Mr B had come out looking for me to check that I was ok, bless him. He looked at the skies and at the ensuing lightning which was racketing around over the rooftops and asked me whether I'd "been out doing your Wytchy dances in the fields"!! He knows me so well! And so followed the rain, plopping fatly here and there to begin with, instantaneously becoming torrential within seconds. I stood there for a while letting the rain plaster my hair to my head and breathing in the cleansed air. My son wandered downstairs to ask whether we had heard the thunder, looked at my grinning wet face and, shaking his head, wandered back upstairs again.
I watched the remainder of the storm ricochet around the field and back with a towel on my head and a cup of coffee steaming in my hands, feeling completely calm again. It's the simple things in life isn't it?