Drafting isn’t Me, you know. One has been deleted and the other is getting out of hand and needs shortening drastically. Ho hum. Inconsequential ramblings are much simpler. If I work on it, I get all impassioned and I use too many words.
Al and I are thinking about spring planting. Yes, I know, it’s still January. It’s the greenhouse we’re thinking about – we want to grow early lettuces and suchlike, for the shop. I haven’t got around to it for a couple of years, but it works well if you start early enough as they have been harvested by the time you want to put in cucumbers and tomatoes.
I’ve got seeds from last year that never got sown. Inefficiency reigned. I have put in my main seed order, but still have one catalogue to choose from, mostly pumpkins and chilli peppers. I want to have fun in the garden this year and, thanks to the chickens’ grass-clearing efficiency, I intend to enlarge the veg patch. They have, by the way, been pecking keenly at the globe artichokes and I hope the plants will recover.
Halibut for dinner – I hope it’s not one of the endangered species we aren’t supposed to eat any more. It is so good to eat… I also couldn’t resist some early forced rhubarb and I decided to make pumpkin (still a few home-grown ones) soup. The soup can wait until tomorrow; as I said to Ro, if I start serving three courses, he and his father will up their expectations of me unrealistically. That would never do. I have already promised young Al a day and a half in the shop weekly for a while. I’m concerned that he has been working too hard and so has Dilly – not easy, having two children under two.
Time to cook the halibut. TTFN, as they said. A long time ago.