Seeds

Angela in Oz posted (possibly somewhat tongue-in-cheek) that some pretty flower seeds had jumped into her shopping trolley and she had to take them home.  She made it sound like a bit of an ‘accident’ (or possibly an ambush).

I’m wondering if the pile-up of seed packets in the corner of our office is also a series of (5, or possibly 6) accidents or ambushes.  Packages seemed to arrive at the door every day last week.  Some even contained roots of stuff. 

The messy stuff

The important stuff - paws shaking with excitement when I took the photo it seems!

F has sorted the seeds into the 6 plots of her vegetable garden rotation, the greenhouse seeds, and flowers for the garden at home.

Five of the roots were rhubarb.  I know all about rhubarb and have posted about it previously (here) and (here).  Another package of roots had something called Yacon and there are now three pots of that on our kitchen windowsill waiting for winter to end.

Rain (lots of it) has temporarily stopped play at the allotment for quite a few weeks now and F is getting twitchy.  Our own backyard is turning into churned mud where all the avian visitors are wandering about pecking at fallen seed and morsels of suet.  You would not have thought a few woodpigeons (about 10 of the darned things) could make such a mess of the lawn.

I think some garden retaining walls are being planned for the area behind our rubbish bins and it will get replanted as the rhubarb patch again (I hope so anyway – as it is one of the sunniest spots in our backyard and I could well spend my summer out there; especially if F puts deep straw around the rhubarb, as before).