seedlings

The sun is shining, tempting me to be outside, but when I put on my coat and boots and venture out I discover that the wind is still as viciously cold as it's been for the last few days, the sort of weather that makes your head ache. So frustrating, because the garden is bursting with colour and emerging growth. How resilient nature is! The little plum tree that stands in the teeth of the east wind has held on to most of it's blossom.

Other shrubs are bursting with life.

But my lovely camellias have suffered a certain amount of wind and frost damage.

The primroses, although they look so delicate, are obviously as tough as old boots. They've taken over the ground beneath my blackcurrant bushes.

This is how the veg garden is looking. The contents of one of the compost heaps have been put in the potato trenches and onto the greens plot.

Last years 'Charlotte' potatoes are planted, but the varieties that I ordered some weeks ago have yet to arrive. Deliveries have gone to pot, I've been unable to get food deliveries from my usual sources in spite of being in the vulnerable category. (The computer just wrote, 'venerable' - I like that!) The soil has taken a battering, months of rain followed by a scouring wind.

Absolutely the best place to be is in either of the two greenhouses. They are crammed with seedlings.

So is the house!

A few random potatoes put to chit.

'Red Cherry' tomato seedlings. 

Last spring I bought a dry-rooted rose for the house greenhouse, a spindly-looking thing, 'Maricel Neil'. I had grown it at our last house over twenty years ago and suddenly missed it's soft, floppy pale lemon flowers.

It has grown wonderfully and is full of bud-

watch this space!

A new cushion from my friend Janet.

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