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May. 17th, 2010 08:23 pmPossibly I'm just getting old and domesticated, but I love this time of year. Not too hot, not too cold and miserable. I can get home from work, wander into the garden and Do Stuff for hours before it gets dark.
Or, more accurately, I can Start Stuff. Later in the year, the garden becomes a maintenance project. Right now, it's not quite at that stage.
There's still time to plant things. I'm clearing flowerbeds, assembling raised beds, repotting strawberries (...all this while telling myself that this year I'll find them a permanent home, you understand...), watering the newly laid turf and occasionally grinning when I notice that crops are sprouting or fruiting.
(Things guaranteed to make me smile - potato plants appearing, artichokes sprouting and gooseberries swelling on the bush...)
In a month's time it'll all start to feel too much like work (or possibly like an unwinnable war against slugs and blight). For the moment, though, it's going ok.
It's not a bad moment.
Or, more accurately, I can Start Stuff. Later in the year, the garden becomes a maintenance project. Right now, it's not quite at that stage.
There's still time to plant things. I'm clearing flowerbeds, assembling raised beds, repotting strawberries (...all this while telling myself that this year I'll find them a permanent home, you understand...), watering the newly laid turf and occasionally grinning when I notice that crops are sprouting or fruiting.
(Things guaranteed to make me smile - potato plants appearing, artichokes sprouting and gooseberries swelling on the bush...)
In a month's time it'll all start to feel too much like work (or possibly like an unwinnable war against slugs and blight). For the moment, though, it's going ok.
It's not a bad moment.
