It’s been monsoons – too wet & mucky to garden. Last weekend was a complete wash out. This week there’s been flooding up North and one woman died when a river overran its banks. Yikes.
This morning started with heavy mist – the hills of the heath were invisible in the milky skyline. But by mid-morning the sun started shining and it looked like it would be nice, so we went out to the allotment. Brought up three more water jugs to use as cloches in the early spring, as well as the bag of onion, garlic and tulip bulbs – and the little dragon fly garden twirler that Peej sent for my birthday. Put together the little dragonfly right away and installed him to watch guard over the blueberry pot. After that I only got the garlic planted, as by the time we were done with that simple task it had started to drizzle.
But in the meanwhile, before the drizz, the big guy hung up the Canadian license plates on the front side of the shed and tidied up the paving stone steps.
I puttered, and harvested us a sweet treat in a handful of ripe yellow raspberries. Raspberries in November! Go figure! The pink flowered cosmos are also still in flower. Amazing! Continue reading