Tomorrow is the final ferry of the winter timetable, Friday sees the start of the summer ferries with more ferries per week and longer day trips to visit Rum. The clocks went forward at the weekend and while I confess to not waking early enough to notice any morning difference I am certainly enjoying the extra hour of daylight at the end of the day. As I type it is pouring with rain but it’s the first in a week or so and after days and days of glorious sunshine I’m even feeling cheery about the heralding of April showers it signifies. Loads of my seedlings are sprouting and I have four more raised beds to finish weeding (leftover laziness from last year when I failed to get round to clearing them in time to mulch which I am seriously regretting having seen how fabulous the earth is beneath the mulched beds. I’ll start to harden off the seedlings over the coming weeks leaving them outside of the polytunnel for longer and longer periods until they are ready to plant out. I’ve also sown some carrots in pots and some flower seeds outside in tubs too. I never really plant flowers other than edible or medicinal value ones but I had ten or so packets of seeds that have come free with horticulture magazines, as promotional gifts or been given by friends so I decided this year I would plant flowers too, for the bees and for the prettiness!
Ady and I spent a happy morning armed with a wheelbarrow full of painted wellies, the drill, some posts and a hammer wandering around the village refreshing, adding to and enhancing the welly trail to Croft 3 which we set up last year.
We’ve already had our first customers of the year buying jam.
Queen Midge is in residence and I’m working on some freeform crochet hats while waiting for some craft materials I need for my next planned line.
While on the subject of growing Sunday was a lovely day. The sun shone, a friend visited with her wee son, Rum’s youngest resident, who had a great time bouncing on the trampoline with Davies and Scarlett. We had the most delicious dinner of roast pork – a pig we reared, butchered and processed here on Croft 3, cooked outside in our cob oven, built by us and fired with wood we cut and gathered ourselves.
It was Mothering Sunday here in the UK and I had the most wonderful cards from Davies and Scarlett, the wonderful, amazing people I had a hand in growing.