Border Dispute

The stakes are high. The prize is my fruitful garden. There is no other like it in the vicinity. These male blackbirds didn’t pull their punches, and they have been at it for hours.

This morning I cut wood, a rather depressing job at present. The unusually wet winter has soaked the outdoor stored logs right through and they are going mouldy. I have more than four cubic metres in this state. Normally the logs dry out between rain episodes. A couple of sunny days restores them. Not this winter, however.

In the afternoon I sowed my early tomato, cucumber and lettuce seeds. With the exception of one hybrid strain the tomato seeds I saved from last season.

One year ago: a hybrid moon shot