|Potted on seedlings|
Time in the garden
Today was a garden day, with morning coffee after yoga taken on the bistro table in a sunny spot by the house, followed shortly after by lunch of homemade soup and flat breads out in the sun. It was peaceful, warm and relaxing.
Then there was work to be done as the seedlings had grown too big for the tubs I sowed them in. Forty courgette, pumpkin and butternut squash seedlings now have their own little pot and their next move will be out into the potager in about a month, frost depending. There are about another twenty squash that are still a little too small, but with around sixty plants, I have high hopes for a great harvest this year. We also potted on about thirty tiny tomato seedlings, but I let Adrian handle these as they just seem so delicate in comparison the thick stemmed, large leafed brutes of the courgette family.
The sunloungers and kindles then required our attention and sitting in the garden reading, and taking time to admire the blossoms and new growth, we could feel the heat of the sun like on a summer day.
Adrian and Ed then mowed in the orchard and potager, again, and I’m sure the grass out there has never looked so well kept so early on in the season.
Dinner this evening will be a pork risotto, using up the last of the supply of fresh vegetables, and if I’m quick, I’m hoping we can eat it in the garden too.
Today’s reading selection is for Laura Brigg’s latest A Train from Penzance to Paris that released today. You can read my review here.