Oh dear oh dear!

It was windy, but not that windy.

I must have bought an indoor greencupboard by mistake.  Fortunately I have four cheapo-balsa-frame-repair-brackets and some glue.

Will it blow off again? No chance - with four little brackets it weighs twice as much!

Frostproofing

The weatherman says there's an air frost on the way.  So now, the St Paul's Cathedral Bean Wigwam is wrapped, along with the onions and salad seelings. Also the blackcurrant bushes, which are in flower.  This has used three windbreakers, two builders rubble bags, two parasols, a table cover, a dozen hoops made from water pipe, and a large tarpaulin.

Bring it on, Frosty.

(It had better be cold.)

Look on My Works, Ye Mighty, and Despair

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree

But I've got to get these beanpoles up and now it's half past three.

Shedding a Winter Coat

I've been saying for two winters that the shed will have to be replaced.  Pippy painted it a about three summer ago, it was looking tired even then. On Saturday the wind blew the felt up and over the ridge. It was a cold easterly, and it must have taken the shed by surprise.  Fortunately the felt was still attached.  I hadn't noticed.  Rob kindly texted me and even offered some spare felt, but the rain was threatening, so a few minutes manic staple-gunning, like a frantic primary school teacher, will have to suffice. Anyway, it would be a a shame to waste new felt on a shed that's coming down soon. So that's settled (as far as anything is at the moment): the shed is this summer's project.

We have a beautiful Magnolia stellata which is just showing its first flowers.  (This is just to prove it's not all about rotten sheds and compost.)

Scarifier

Well, I've un-boxed and assembled the scarifier. It's now awaiting better weather.  Then I'll tackle the lawn.  The main lawn area looks okay, but beyond the silver birch and the hedge there is probably more moss that grass.  I'm itching to find out. The instructions recommend waiting until April and May when the grass is more vigorous.  I'll see how long I can hold out.  Weather permitting.

So now it sits at the scruffy end of the kitchen, waiting. A hungry alligator, a Thunderbird 2 pod, a rally-tuned AC Cobra.

British

Racing

Green.

Old boy's toy