Back to the garden

The frustrations of dealing with the building trade make one glad to have a garden to play with, and grateful for weather good enough to garden in.  And, my word, now that the old knees are so troublesome, what a pleasure it is to plant stuff in raised beds!  A couple of dozen leeks went in yesterday, and similar numbers of tagetes today.  In a day or two I’ll plant out the sage and tarragon that have been hardening off in the greenhouse, and that will largely fill the raised veggie bed for this year.  In a day or two the rudbeckias ought to have hardened off enough to plant out.  The heavy rain we expect tomorrow will either wash everything out or help to bed it in.  A further attempt at sowing grass seed beside the new path is certainly pleasing the wood pigeons.  We’ll need to do a bit more work on the grass, which has a lot of dips and bare patches.

I’m not sure what to make of yesterday’s election results.  It seems to me that the success of the vaccine rollout owes a lot more to the wisdom of the CMO and to the resourcefulness of the NHS than to anything owed to Westminster, yet the lying, adulterous, questionably financed blond buffoon, malgré tout, seems to be reaping the dividends.  The Rt Hon Leader of HM Opposition, despite optimism on his appointment, is not covering himself in glory: he appeals more to the intellectual fringe than to the trade unions or to the electorate at large.  Well, I won’t have to vote in many more elections, not that my vote maks muckle odds.  Paciência.