Well it was lovely weather last week, for March. Definitely warm in the sun if you could escape the wind. Beyond the plot there was change all around. The grass in the meadows thickening up with celandine and other weeds. Curlews and pheasants breaking the late winter silence.

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This week: the check. Seedlings standing around looking bored. With the greenhouse full to the gunnels - especially at night when it's full of plants sheltering from the frost - and the soil cold as a grave, there's nothing for it but to sit back and wait. Tomorrow I'll mend my strimmer, maybe. And water some ungrateful looking sowings. I could prune the soft fruit too... But all I really want to do is smell the spring air, plant potatoes and sow things.