Talking to spambots, a new low.
In other news, all my growing things are growing - Apart from the ones still in packets. Emotional scarring from a late and severe frost last year has left me disinclined to sow things too early. Or it might be the really inconvenient house sitting right at the times when I should have been sowing seeds. Back in December a spread out five weeks away seemed a really good idea. In practice not so much. Or they're just excuses for Laziness, my old foe that has kept me from completely covering my windowsills in small plants. There are some, but nowhere near as may as last year. No dahlias, morning glory, cosmos, snapdragons or lobelia this year, unless I cheat and buy them.
On the upside all the fruit netting is up and there are scores of strawberry and raspberry plants ready to produce some cheering summer goodness.
Outside the weeds are coming on strong, glad of the rain which shelters them from hoeing. I know there will be trouble later, but I don't mind, preferring to see something living rather than tidy mud. I know nature will thank me by attempting to multiply until I can't find my veg, but with some stern guidance we'll come to an arrangement.
On the upside all the fruit netting is up and there are scores of strawberry and raspberry plants ready to produce some cheering summer goodness.
Outside the weeds are coming on strong, glad of the rain which shelters them from hoeing. I know there will be trouble later, but I don't mind, preferring to see something living rather than tidy mud. I know nature will thank me by attempting to multiply until I can't find my veg, but with some stern guidance we'll come to an arrangement.