It’s that time of year . . . when those with green fingers are outdoors, on their hands & knees, getting their hands dirty, and either weeding or busily planting for the new growing season. I’m not one of those people. I enjoy sitting out in the garden, but I leave all the work to the husband. I also enjoy eating fresh home-grown veggies, but again, I leave that to the husband.
It’s still a little early in the season to be planting certain crops, but we have begun enjoying a few home-grown vegetables . . . ones that survive from one year to the next. The newest growing experiment here is: asparagus. The husband and a neighbour decided, last year, that they were going to give asparagus a go. They therefore bought in loads of sand last summer, to build their sand mounds and bought some asparagus plants that were already a couple of years old (if I followed the proceedings correctly). Anyway, despite hens escaping and having fun in the sand earlier this month . . . and despite Ducky enjoying a sand bath too . . . the husband (and neighbour) have been comparing sand mounds and counting all the shoots coming through.
We’ve already enjoyed four (very modest) harvests.
Here’s a batch, fresh from the sand.
Another survivor, despite hens reeking havoc, is the chard. That was planted from seed last Spring, and we enjoyed a healthy harvest last year. The husband left it in the ground over the winter months. The hens pecked it half to death in March . . . but now hens can no longer escape, the chard is flourishing . . . and how lovely it is, just to wander out and harvest just enough fresh veg for a healthy dinner for two.
So, plenty of greens in the veggie garden . . . and a little bit of greenery indoors too. We redecorated our living room late Feb to early March. Nothing very exciting. Just ripping off old wall paper, then giving walls a coat of white paint, and painting the ceiling inbetween wooden beams. Once that was done, everything looked very white, and a little bare . . . so the husband had fun with some paper napkins.
They were my idea, as was the ivy motif, but it was the husband who did the actual work. My job was supposed to be making new covers for our sofas. That started off well, but then I stalled. It’s something I need to get motivated about, but I seem to have found other things to distract me since!