windless

Woke this Sunday morning to the most unGodly noise for 5.30 AM on a Sunday... Birds. Birds bathing in a gutter and telling the world that was a beautiful morning and that the sun was shining and it wasn't cold not a bit, and the others should come and join it. What of course was really weird was that we could hear it. No wind noise. It is amazing how quickly you get used to it.

The first of the Chinese cabbage seedlings are up, and few carrot - along with lettuce, beetroot, zucchini, and cucumber. The first five barrow loads of weeds, dead grass, and yeah, weeds have made it into the compost. The first 200 grammes of my daily seaweed allowance have made it home. Only 99.800 kg to go. Advice seems to vary with the locals saying some TV gardener said to use it as mulch (unwashed) on top, and my west-coast SA friends saying to wash the salt off it and dig it in. I know it was used on the potatoes before the Irish potato famine, and that them stopping doing so was possibly a factor in causing the blight to spread...but I really have no idea if they dug it in or not. So I washed and dug it in with the Zucchini as an experiment. A zucchini famine would be a tragedy - we have many new ways of cooking them after the great Zucchini overkill, but I plan to rely on the tatties...
Today was the annual volunteer firies cricket match. Much happy slogging.