Yesterday, I needed to collect a prescription for the psoriasis on the palms of my hands. Should have been a straightforward case of taking it to the chemist and then the tedious wait for the creams to be handed over.
Well, fortunately, there was no wait – yesterday – because the chemist didn’t have what I needed. What?!
So, instead, I got to wait today…. Hardly, things going to plan, you might say.
Ah but the reason for any concern was that once there is any deviation from my plans, usually that signals the slow dive into not getting anything done at all. And this did not happen today, which means:
Hugel bed number two got built.
This is now the potential home for a last attempt at radishes and lettuce. I also threw in some out-of-date corn salad for good measure. It might work, why not.
Before I could dig the trench for the latest batch of wood and bokashi mix, I needed to clear the ground. Of weeds, yes, but also a good number of silver birch seedlings, self-sown from next door’s trees. I’ve kept the best of them and will be potting them up with the aim of planting them somewhere in the countryside.
After all, we need more trees – I just don’t have enough room in my garden for twenty plus 30 foot high trees!