Storm Bella came through last night, and the sight we were expecting this morning as went to the allotment, well, we hoped for the best but thought of the worst. The worst thing that happened... The star went slightly crooked on our improvised tree, Oh! and a bucket toppled over. No gloating though, as have seen some photographs of flooding across the country, then again if we got flooded, it would need to be biblical, as we are on a hill.
No major duties today, our lass potted on her violas, I moved the compost from one bin to another, to give it some air, and break it up. I write like I know what am doing, not one bit, as our lass had already chopped up some of the chunks I left in it last month. They do say it gets warm, ours wasn't steaming, but it seems to be heading in the right direction.
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| From seed tray to individual pots, Violas move along. |
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| Our lass put some teak on the potting table, as even in the greenhouse it was starting to catch the mould. |
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| We really do need to sort the greenhouse roof, as this is for catching the water. |
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| Time to turn the compost, been a month, so adding to the pile in the empty bay |
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| Door off, and some might be worth sifting through next time. |
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| All done, another job mediocrely done.(as the Simpsons would say) |
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