Thursday, March 1st, 2012


“there is nothing that can compare to the feeling that people engaged in agriculture in temperate regions have in spring. This is especially so in people who keep bees.” – Clive de Bruyn

I stole this from Emily

My spring fever is still with me, and growing.  It seems that the unfolding of spring has sent me into a kind of madness.  On the cycle home from work I felt the urge to call into a local supplier and buy some seed potatoes.  Armed with a total of five kilograms of two different early varieties I headed home with purpose.  As soon as I got to the cottage I put on my wellies, and the old buffalo, and started turning over the soil in preparation.  In my mind I needed to get some digging done before the light faded.  In everybody else’s mind I was gardening in my lycra cycling leggings.  Soon the lovely Sharon and the little man joined me along with his granddad and grandmother.  It was a strange sight, and maybe it is one that no one should see, but the season’s gardening has officially started.