The grass is growing, the crocuses and snowdrops are flowering, and the daffs bursting. I've chopped back the red-barked cornus to ensure winter colour next time round, and ordered a heated propagator to get the annuals started. It'll be a few weeks before the seed potatoes are delivered, but we've ordered a few more proper growing bags, and a couple of kilos of charlottes.
Decided today, following fish and chips for lunch, to make some caldo verde. Leeks from the garden and garlic from Fortnums were just softening nicely when I discovered that we were out of spuds. Martyn being out, and yr. obed. servt. having had a glass of wine, a walk into the village was indicated, and the bolshy knee behaved itself remarkably well. On the way back, I chatted with a dog-walking woman whose accent I spotted as Swiss German. Turns out she's from Zürich, where I spent two rewarding, if highly demanding years back in the 1990s. Small world, oder?
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