I confess. I have been to the allotment when I should have been writing up my research proposal. It's hard to resist when the sun is shining and rain is threatened. At last the soil appears to be warming up. The potatoes are up, the garlic and red onions are pretty much present and correct and, though we won't be able to cut them this year, asparagus shoots are peeping through. Today I transplanted some loose leaf lettuce and tagetes (companions for the tomotoes when they go in, sowed beetroot, leaf chard, kohlrabi and salsify, marjoram, thyme and chives, planted some mint at the side of the shed. I also put in the White Lady and Lady Di runner beans which were starting to outgrow their paper pots, muddled up, of course, though I'll be able to tell when they flower -one's white, the other red. It's a bit of an act of hope putting them in without any protection; a late frost would finish them off and they are fairly attractive to birds too. As one of my neighbours remarked in true plotholder fashion, I can always put more in later.
Most of the beds are already booked for something or other but I shall have to find room for some dwarf beans. Going for different colours seems to confuse the pests so there will be some speckled red ...
...and yellow (these are delicious).
And I'll put up a small wigwam for these purple climbing beans.
The little fat woman is some kind of fertility symbol. Very appropropriate. As well as a reminder to lay off the chocolate and get on with my work.