We’d been waiting for some warmer weather before planting the spuds. After toying with planting them in the soil, we opted to go with canvas bags on the terrace again, since that method has served us so well in the past. Fewer bags this year, since we seem to have got fewer seed potatoes in this year’s kilo. Anyway, nine bags are planted, so we’re on the way. Martyn sowed various beans yesterday, in pots in the sitooterie, and I’ve sown a row of dill in the new raised bed, alongside the enthusiastic rocket and sulking spinach beet.
Today we’ve planted five new roses (I remarked to himself as we left the nursery that the bill for the groundworks was the tip of the iceberg...). I’ve weeded and enriched a sunny bed for the auriculas today, and shall plant them out tomorrow, knees permitting.
That will free up some pots for fuchsia cuttings and herb seedlings: Celia brought us a pot of healthy tarragon seedlings on Wednesday, and ours are catching up. We have lots of sage seedlings, though only a couple of rosemary: they are best propagated from cuttings, I think.
As for the world of politics, certain current and former heads of government are being exposed as criminal, depressingly corrupt or, at best, devoid of ethics, according to their former senior ministers and a certain special advisor. They say a population gets the government it deserves, which doesn’t say a lot for democracy, certainly in the anglo-saxon world. Glad I’m childless and old.
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