Sometimes life seems a struggle but something good comes along to make it that bit better. In the case, the willow I took to the Leeds Permaculture Network social on Wednesday evening went down a treat. Then at the end of the evening, the remaining branches were happily taken away by an enthusiastic basket-weaver.
Both my daughter and I made wreaths – now we need to decide which one to hang on our front door – and while she made a willow star, I branched out into making a mouse, which will cause me no concern whatsoever.
Talking of mice, I think the cat must have got the one in my back garden. That, or it has given up waiting for the mouse to come out from the wood pile.
On the other hand, it seems that my waiting for the garlic bulbils to sprout is over. At least two are coming through the soil, so it looks like I could have garlic next year after all. I am going to load the the latest batch of coffee grounds onto the hugel bed, all the same, though.