So I’ve finally finished building all of the beds, about 14 months after we took on the plot. Here’s how it looked back then, by the way. Currently there are loads of seeds doing what seeds do, fruit bushes developing nicely, potatoes beginning to surface, and onions roaring away (well, where pheasants haven’t rooted them up out of curiousity). It’s been a much more gentle pace to the start of the growing year, so I’ve enjoyed the strike-force of robins that scour the earth for worms, the sparrow-hawk that scour the hedgerows for robins, and the field mouse that scampers along the hedgerow doing who-knows what. And the skylark song filling the air.

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Born in 1981, live in the UK. I write about strange things.
  • http://www.folkale.com Darren Turpin

    Looking good, mate. Looking good. But that field mouse, doing who-knows what… eating your pea shoots when your back’s turned, that’s what. Evil little beggars, field mice.

  • http://markcnewton.com Mark Newton

    Ah well. They can’t get into our greenhouse – yet – so they’re still in the ‘cute’ territory!

  • Hélène

    That’s a lot of work! and a lot of life all around.

  • http://markcnewton.com Mark Newton

    It is a lot of work – but it’s the kind of work that feels real, if you know what I mean, and therefore not work!

  • Hélène

    In French, we’ve got a saying : “the work is its own reward”. I think it applies here.