I'd love to be gardening....,

sadly though, it's too cold, too wet, too everything.
Too cold to plant our first earlies (Pentland Javelin, a potato that Luke has planted and enjoyed before) and too wet to dig the veg patch. Although it's tempting, after yesterday's hail and rain the soil will just stick to my boots and fork and I'll compress the ground by standing on it - much better to wait till it's dry and easy to turn over. It is frustrating though. We have a lovely sunny day so it looks like I should be out there. Luckily the over wintering garlic and few onions that I planted last year are looking good so it doesn't feel like a complete no no.

The bulbs pushing through the compost in the pots are doing very well but I think the chickens have trampled over the bulbs under the tree (they love to get underneath the bird feeders and wait for their free meal). We will soon be back to British Summer Time (hooray) and that ancient old Oak will titillate with the beginnings of green tips that suddenly burst forth and coat the branches with lush verdant growth.

 I can hardly wait.