A burning issue.

I'm not happy about having a bonfire but it's one way to get rid of the roots and wood and produce nitrogen for the soil.

Luke pretending to blow it, of course it meant I couldn't put my washing out till the smoke had cleared!

Once it had died down it could be dug in.

So, here goes, time to dig the entire veg patch to get it ready for planting up.

The parsley has been all but ruined by the hen's continual pecking; fortunately I had picked and frozen some of it before I allowed them to have some. It has good digestive properties so I didn't mind them having it - too much! It can also be dug in as a green manure but I'm too mean not to transplant it into the herb garden that is slightly protected from the hens by the box edging.

I wasn't expecting to find buried treasure. A sprouting potato left over from last year.

Whilst I get sweaty with hard digging, the girls did some digging of their own. Here Lola and Shaksta look like a PushmePullyou with a head either end! 

Buck Bucky gets in on the act.

So does Socks, our next door neighbour Jack's cat warms herself on the wood chippings that I'd taken from the chicken run to make a dry walkway in front of the greenhouse. Seems like everyone else is enjoying the sun and lazing about whilst I work hard.

Blue skies and aeroplane trails.