No time to do anything! But, somehow, the grass got cut today, including the bulby lawn, and boy did it need it. Slug fight has gone into over-drive, with the purchase of two new remedies at the weekend: the less toxic ferrous phosphate pellets, and some new-fangled gel, which I am somewhat dubious about. The entire veg patch is covered in pellets now. White camellia got its ericaceous mulch at last, and the blueberry topped up to stop water running off.
Yesterday Annabelle helped me to put some netting up to stop the broad beans falling over when they get too high. We also tried to eat the last of the broccoli, but it had gone woody. We ripped it all out, to make room for the tomatoes, that are ready to go rather earlier than I had planned. They are also rather leggy, I guess the window-sill is not quite bright enough.
We found a flower on Maurice’s red camellia, just in time for his birthday. The irises are all finished, but the yellow welsh poppies are out in plenty, and the aquilegias have shot up their spikes. Everything is growing like crazy! The fig is last to come out in leaf, but even it is breaking bud now.
Peas have failed. All of them. No doubts. Bummer. Will re-sow sugar-snaps and mangetout, but not the normal ones, for lack of space.