Easter has been a cold and wet affair. It is surprising how chilly it is. Easter Sunday itself was one day later than the earliest Easter can possibly be, but I remember a few early Easters – in the last week of March - that I have experienced in this house, and all previous ones I remember were warmer. I’d be out in the garden accomplishing some huge task like the first mow of the year, or clipping the privet hedge and I would make a day of it and be out for ages. (I used to get 5 more annual leave days than my wife and I often left 3 or 4 of them until late March to do such job.) I never remembered my fingers going numb with cold like they do at the moment. Today my fingers went numb whilst plucking more sycamore seedlings, I am now up to a count of 1900; surely that is a wood, albeit a baby one.
Back to work, but I’m sure it is suddenly warmer. The computer on my work’s car says it is 5°C as I drive off, whereas recently it has been 4°C. Not a great difference – maybe the sun being out makes it feel so much warmer. So it was off to the allotment after work for another good hour and a half. I built a 3 sided compost bin out of the pallets, and shook dirt off a lot of the grass clumps and put the grass clumps into the bin. The rest can wait – they need to dry off more so it is easier to shake off the clayey soil. I did some more edging on the second section as the path was seriously encroaching on the section so now I have the propensity to actually have some decent lengths of carrots growing north – south. Rows should apparently be aligned like this so that they catch the sun both sides. It being a warmer day, and with the sun out, it was a pure joy to be out working. I also raked away at the clods to reduce the soil to a finer tilth, although much remains to be done on that front. I had a good chat to the man next door too.
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