Spring Twenty twenty one was slow to get going but eventually, we saw some good weather. I did a bit of pottering about and tidying, still not sure what I was doing and without a plan of action.
The twigs seemed to be in good nick, they were upright and I’m sure getting ever so slightly bigger every time I went there. It was still quite cold and nothing had arrived in the post so I hadn’t planted much still.
The pandemic had disrupted the supply chain as there were limited staff to prepare and deliver the items in the prompt fashion we had grown accustomed to. As I hadn’t planted any seeds, I was dependent on these plants arriving or I had to keep going to the expensive garden centre; at least they were always open.
I toddled across the road and found some pak choi, carrots and sprouting broccoli seedlings and planted them into the ground. Once again hope set in and I dreamed about eating my veg.
Now came a dilemma and one which is always going to be an issue. We like travelling and by April, Lockdown II restrictions were being eased and although we still couldn’t go abroad, we decided to have a little UK trip, packing my masks along with our regular holiday stuff. We went away for 10 days and there was a mini heatwave while we were away and a few things got a bit shrivelled.
Most of my plants are still there so I remain optimistic. Hopefully, I can nurse everything along.
Let’s see what summer brings.
To the roots of it 