Where has it gone, exactly; this summer of which you speak?
There was sunshine for a while last Saturday - but it hasn't been seen for a week.
I have a tell-tale tan line, from my neck down to my bust.
Who the heck am I kidding? That's not tan, it's rust!
HAH!!!! I just thought of that!!
Flippin British weather!
Between the showers, Mr B and I spent most of the day at the lottie. We haven't been down for a while. I was ill, then he was ill, then I was away. Blah de blah. In our absence the ruddy mares' tails (or Hoss's Arses as Mr B mistakenly called them this morning. Snigger) have had a field day in our five raised beds. The varmints.
Suitably fortified by our coffee, we soon kicked the weeds into touch though and had a darn good tidy up session. We planted out the butternut squish plants we bought yesterday from the boot fair, the rogue courgette plant which we found amongst them(!), we transplanted the sweetcorn I had grown from seed, some cabbage plants which my Dad had given to us, together with about 30 red onions.
Look at these beauties.
We're thinking about setting up to trade in micro potatoes. We think it could catch on!! Look at the diddy diddly one!! Potatoes aren't supposed to be cute are they?!
We share our allotment with my brother and sister-in-law. We have several raised beds each which is more than enough when we all work full time. My Mum and Dad have two full sized plots on the same site, so between us all we have a little cooperative going and will swap fuit and veg as and when it becomes availalble. It's mine and Mr B's first year of allotmenting so we're on a bit of a learning curve when it comes to growing stuff but we're having fun on the way.
We have a wildflower/wildlife bed over by the shed and greenhouse which is home to a wildlife pond. We were watching the tadpoles this morning and noticed that there are two distinct sizes in there at the moment. Small taddies which are still swimming around and slightly larger froglets, with formed limbs and fat little bodies but which are still to lose their tails. Whilst we were watching we were delighted to see a little newt standing on one of the rocks. He was too quick for me to take his photograph but it was great to see him in there. We christened him Newton. Because it seems to suit him really.
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