The broad beans are in, our giant sunflowers sown. The growing year starts here
Mid-April Sunday morning, 8.30am, before breakfast. Howard and his terrier, Otto, are outside, waiting in the car. They have been away and we are meeting to sow flowers. The plot is tidy, pretty pristine, near ready now for spring.
I have cleared most of the overwintered greens. Faded chards and beets, home to colonies of ravaging snails, are pulled and carted away to the compost. The ragged Red Frills mustard is thriving, tall and beautiful so we will leave it alone. I’ll pick a few spiky, spicy leaves to take home.
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