Sun. Yes. Sun is good.
Another weekend with nothing much to report, other than OMG MY POTTING BENCH SHIPS NEXT WEEK AND I CAN HARDLY WAIT OMG.
The tomatoes continue to be very young plantish. I'll probably narrow them down to the strongest two of each type, and put them into small pots to keep them going. The greenhouse has been good to them, when I've put them out there, and we may be closer to a time when they can move out (and maybe, like, get a job and start supporting themselves rather than being a drain on the family).
I've been on a bit of a flower seed buying binge, lately - more nasturtiums in different colours (which I will plant a bit more judiciously than last year), some edible violets in pretty colours, some sort of ground-covering nonsense to put with the lavender...maybe something else that I can't remember...Oh! A winter squash that looks like butternut but isn't.
Probably the most interesting thing happening, at the moment, is that I've ordered some horseradish thongs that I'll need to insert into the ground by dibbling. That sentence makes me giggle rather a lot. One dibbles with a dibbler to get the thongs in. Heh. I'm twelve.
A friend of mine in Oregon has been making some dibblers, having taken up woodturning as a hobby. I'll probably end up getting one from a bit closer to home, or just sort of winging it. At any rate, I'm hoping to have decent roots to use at the other end of the year when I want horseradish sauce, but not the kind with a bunch of nasty crap in it that you get from the store. This year's experiment, I guess.
Props to Farmer Goth for riddling the end of the narrow bed, yesterday. It looks a million times better, after its run in with the fence guys and the demise of The Goddamned Ivy.
Meanwhile, it's been brilliantly clear and sunny for the last few days and, even without much going on in it, the back garden is inviting. I have high hopes for the Summer.
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