Now is the winter of our discount tent

With the demise of back garden sunshine by November, last year, we essentially abandoned everything because we're terrible people. 

Actually, we've become poop farmers.

Proof of snow in Tooting that one day

I kid. Sort of. There are a few plants that continue to Not Die - the lamb's ear lettuce, the chard, the sorrel, a solitary beet, the fucking cabbage moth caterpillars omg. I'm hoping that the return of slightly warmer temperatures will keep all but the last of those more or less going until Real Spring, but it's been interesting to see how it all sorts itself out. And by "interesting" I mean, I periodically go outside to take out the compost, and give everything a brief look-over before going back inside where it's warm.

No, but we really are poop farmers. The neighbourhood Chupacabrae not only plowed through the cavolo nero of unending caterpillarage such that it's now parallel to the ground, they've dug up and pooped in every possible container that didn't have some sort of a lid on it. Except for the lavender, which I find weird. Our poor Acer maple has suffered much indignity, and one of the crates of lamb's ear lettuces has been dug nearly to the bottom for this purpose. Farmer Goth has noted that there doesn't seem to be anything new, though, so maybe they've run out of options. Perhaps poop farming is the way forward. Who knows.

At any rate, we're now having the "what do we want to plant and when do we get it started" conversations, but everything is on hold whilst we get a new fence put in, one day hopefully soon. Fingers crossed they take out The Goddamned Ivy.

This all means, however, that this glorious record of "shove it in the dirt and see what happens"-ness should be picking up some speed in the coming weeks.

You're welcome, and I'm sorry.

But here are some things to look forward to:

• Farmer Goth (over)engineering wildlife deterrents 
  
• So. Many. Tomatoes.
• Will the compost be ready?
• Those Fucking Caterpillars OMG
• Chupacabra visitations
• Nasturtiums, but maybe not quite so many this time