After an uncommonly frosty start it was business as usual at The Farm.
We kicked off with a little rabbit herding (domestic), then went on to some rabbit cussing (wild). The better part of the day was spent undertaking the wondrous triumvirate of weed, chop and mulch. This very rewarding work was interspersed with a little plant shuffling, wheelbarrow hill climb, taking my coat and hat off, looking for my hand trowel, putting my hat and coat back on, finding my trowel, losing my gloves, pulling crocosmia, finding my gloves. On repeat.
I also admired a lone flower of Teucrium fruticans.
Shared a joke with Pip (unrepeatable).
Was pleased to see the that honesty seed had flown, the punctured pods empty.
Finally, I was sad to see that the red oak sapling had been severely nibbled but very happy that our willow sculpture was flowering. When I told Farmer Tony about the salix he asked “is that good?”. Anything this beautiful can’t be bad, surely?