He planted his seeds.

Now, where are the flowers?

Slightly Bemused writes

Well, the flowers have not sprouted yet. Not in any way surprising, I only planted them on Saturday.

I feel like that little kid in the story who planted his flower seed, and went out every day to dig it up and see how it was growing. Not well, is the simple answer. But I shall leave mine be and hopefully in a few weeks I will have new growth. I will let the grass grow, too. I read recently that people are being asked not to mow their lawns for May, and give the flowers a chance to grow back.

If my flowers do sprout, they shall be in good company of dandelions and daisies galore, as well as some lovely little purple lads I do not know. Somebody here once mentioned an app for identifying flowers. Helped me name my triffid as a yucca. If it grows back this year I must remember to put in canes so it is not once more at the mercy of wind and rain, and may stay upright for a while.

Then it is raking out the last of the brambles offcuts, and spreading out the compost heap. I do seem to have a number of potato and tomato plants growing, from the trimmings of old veggies. I must take care of them, and see how they fare. And maybe try a few.

But enough about the garden, now I must face a hateful task – washing the windows. I do try to do them every couple of weeks, but I want to get in a little early now. The birds have nested, and soon the little chicks will be fledging. I like the glass to get a nice patina so the little things don’t get confused and fly into it.

Nor, indeed, attempt to fight their reflections. I will save that for the Angry Birds app.

Slightly Bemused‘s column appears here every Wednesday.

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