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.
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