What a difference a week makes

Turns out, benign neglect is what the tatties and nasties needed - fortunately, I'm exceptionally good at that. All of a sudden, things in that planter are bursting through the soil, and I'm not sure when I've been more pleased (actually, I proceed to get more pleased as I go on, but let's start here).

Apparently they're drunk already and it's not even noon

I really feel like I should take a better photo of those, so garden experts can tell me that I'm actually growing a bumper crop of mandrake, or something, but the weather is crap, and I don't want to go back outside. Maybe tomorrow.

ANYWAY.

Everything seems to be organising itself quite well. There was a bit of a snafu with supplies so the episode where Farmer Goth Builds Some Crates will have to wait, but plants are doing plant things in the mean time:

Happy strawberries!

Courgette for days!

The sorreliest sorrel in Christendom!

But probably the most exciting bit, about which I am perhaps even more pleased than the tattie and nasty situation, is the peas. Y'all...we have a whole row of peas poking out of the dirt. PEAS. ::muppety flail::

Little pea soldiers all in a row!

If they thrive, and my radish seeds ever arrive, I can make the salad of my dreams! And just stand out there and eat them straight from the pod AS GOD INTENDED.

Oh! And we have a new addition to the family, who I'm hoping will become good friends with our tomatoes (which are quietly poking out of the dirt in their cosy starter trays, now):

I have cleverly named him "Basil." As in Rathbone, not the plant. Gahd.

I'm hearing the sounds of power tools, so perhaps tomorrow will be all about Planter Crates and What To Put In Them, starring Farmer Goth. So, stay tuned, I guess...