There was a time that I used to sit down and plan my vegetable beds months in advance. Now I'm a bit more relaxed about it. Even so, one day of sunshine, a slight rise in temperature and sun in the morning is enough to get you plotting. So the garlic has been planted in one of the little beds in front of the shed and I'm thinking about where I'm going to fit in all those potatoes and what might have to be sacrificed because of lack of space.
And being the shallow person I am, I'm also wondering whether I am ever going to be able to sully the lavender gardening gloves that came with the compliments of the Master of the Worshipful Company of Gardeners last week.
There wasn't very much to report on the night out and nothing to show because cameras were not allowed. Excellent food and drink, balletic service, some nice frocks. Oh, and some of the men wore stockings and the Master was a woman. Which explains the delightful colour of the gloves.