|The first snowdrop.|
|La Bresse cockerel.|
|Two very handsome Black Copper Maran boys.|
Broad bean seeds have now been planted in root trainers and are in the propagator, these are our own seed saved for last year. Some early potatoes saved from last year had chitted so they have been planted in one of the beds in the tunnel, we have tried doing potatoes in bags but have never had a decent crop. The peach tree which became too big for the sunroom was relocated into a far bigger pot and put into the polytunnel, the buds are now beginning to swell, hopefully we will have as good a crop as we did last year.
The land is still too wet to start preparing for this years crops so we will just have to be patient, plus we need still more scaffold boards and compost to complete the new raised beds, now that the mushroom farm that we used has closed down we are wondering if we should get a seven ton load delivered from the remaining farm's contractor, we can easily use seven tons over the next couple of years, I guess it will depend on how much he charges.
|Misty and Freddy get some rest before their next escapade.|
Tess remains very tolerant of the puppy who has now had her vaccinations,
|I want that bone!|
|No peace for Tess.|
Tonight is Burns night, as Simon is half Scottish I suppose we should be celebrating with haggis and swede, especially as Robbie Burns had written a poem about Simon's great, great, great grandfather, 'Death and Doctor Hornbook', an openly rude poem, decrying John Wilson's abilities as a healer, in fact he was a school teacher. They remained friends despite the poem! Instead of the traditional meal for the celebration, we will be having leg of pork, but maybe Simon will raise a glass of whisky to his memory.