Fresh from the plot
It feels like someone’s lit a fire under me. And just like the boiling pan of pasta for my recipe over the page, I’m bubbling with enthusiasm. Moving from potting shed to the greenhouse and back again, this month I’m juggling seed trays with abandon. And if I’m not sowing seeds or pricking out seedlings, then I am sieving leaf mould to incorporate into seed compost.
At this time of the year, such tasks always feel endless, but I wouldn’t change this burst of frantic activity for anything. After all, the plot has sat
