Well, we survived the Ides of March, at least...

 

Feed me, Seymour...

Following on from last week's theme of impatience disguised as anticipation, this week...was pretty dull, and things aren't happening fast enough. I mean, except for the radishes. They've outgrown the seed tray in a week, again, so I've just gone ahead and put them in one of the crates. Possibly too soon, but I hate waiting.

I've started trotting the trays out to sit in actual sunbeams, when we have them, so they have a better chance for proper light, rather than the sideways glance they get in the sitting room. I've given up on the carrots - the seedlings were so weak and transparent, I figure I'll just give it a couple of weeks then stick them directly into the ground. 

Not a lot else to report, really. I had The Jab, yesterday, so am a bit knackered today. Mostly I did more tidying in an effort to at least do something outside. Farmer Goth, also wrecked but from self-inflicted reasons, has started thinking about beginning to commence to make some mesh tops for the crates to keep the wildlife at bay, so that's pretty much where we are.

But, you know. Progress. Such as it is.

That sexy fence, tho'...