under another sun

A day of action. After Lorraine and I plotted the job out on paper, raging with testosterone I used deeply masculine tools such as circular saws and drills and spanners and power screwdrivers , to drive coach screws into the sleeper I cut s to make the base of a cold frame that Lorraine wanted as a halfway house between the glasshouse and the outside world. Lorraine meanwhile did everything else, but without making so much of a fuss of it. Beth and James popped by this afternoon, the first time they had left home for a while, having had the lurgy.  Had a nice chat with James. They are being fairly philosophical despite having had a bit of a wretched week with the house falling through for various reasons, and both having a covid-like bug and working too.   Enjoyed just being at home with Lorraine tonight, and feeling quite a bit better than I have done for a while.  Here is a picture of a few of today's tomatoes and a harvest of green chillies and Padrón peppers and also ...

The smell of marigold roots Around noon, I got busy in the garden, pruning things and sweeping up the tiny front bit. It was surprisingly warm work. And later, in the afternoon, I squeezed in the car with Anton and Anna and the bairns and we all went off to a garden centre. Gardening, as mentioned exclusively here yesterday, is the new rock and roll. Anton getting magnetised instantly by bbq paraphernalia . Meanwhile I went a bit crazy buying several bedding plants a climbing rose, a Christmas cactus, a watering can and so on. Anton and Anna meanwhile were buying only a single colour of flowering plants for their garden. The colour purple was chosen by Klaudia in the morning. I got home around six, walking plants up the Twitten from Anton's car and singing Klaudia's Shoe Babies song to her through the hatch of the car. Then I was amazed by marigolds as I popped them out of the potting trays. I didn't know that they have such a herbal, distinct, but hard-to-describe sme...