Yesterday was too chilly for a lightweight like me to venture out in the garden, and judging by today's moody grey sky today might be the same. Thankfully the containers are doing okay without me. The rocket's popping up, as are borage seedlings and a pot of lovely pea shoots. The parsley's growing away, and the mint's doing fine, but then you have to do a lot to kill off mint. It's tenacious.
In the conservatory the lemon tree's in flower. Very pretty, but the flowers have a scent that's so sweet it's almost sickly. Oh well, at least it's pretty.
Instead of gardening I've been catching up on my reading. The wonderful Kate Atkinson's 'A God in Ruins'. Superb stuff, as ever, from one of my favourite authors.
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.