I’m glad it’s sunny there - wherever “there” is.
It’s so dank and miserable here (Bristol) this morning, I feel ten times worse. I’m sure it must be psychological. Or is it? Every time we return to this grey weather, I start feeling worse again.
Improvement is forecast later, so I’m hoping it will buck up in time for my lunchtime walk. I find it hard to get motivated enough as it is. If it’s not a bit nicer than this, there will be no incentive at all to go out.
I had to bring my patio pots indoors, to protect the tender shoots from the recent hard frosts. With the result that they’ve all sprung on enormously!
I planted some anemone bulbs I’ve had for years (Are they bulbs or corms? Dunno - strange wizened things) - I thought they were probably long since dead, and none would come up. But no way of telling, so decided to plant them anyway.
To my great surprise, ALL have sprouted, which means the tub’s going to be a lot more overcrowded than I’d imagined.
I’ve been considering investing in a vegetable trough, so the veg can be harvested from approximately waist height, and I wouldn’t have to stoop down.
I’ve never tried growing veg before, so I thought a trough might be a more manageable way to start. There’s only me in the house, so I wouldn’t want to grow vast quantities anyway, otherwise it’s wasteful.
But this is all castles in Spain, as usual. For the moment, I am supposed to be working, but really can’t seem to pull myself together at all. Hot bath, strong coffee and a load of pills still haven’t done the job yet…
Sorry to sound a bit less than inspired/inspiring, this morning.
I think the sun is trying, you know. Perhaps all will improve.
Tina
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