Yesterday was a good day to plant potatoes in containers. One for red potatoes, two for yellow.
When I moved the containers, I saw a very healthy colony of worms waking up.
And I finished it with squirrel-proofing, qtips soaked in essential peppermint oil, not food grade, the concentrate, and pushed into the containers, three qtips each.
Squirrels don't like the smell, and will usually stay away.
That was enough gardening for one day, involving lugging heavy storm-waterlogged containers around and winnowing some older empties containers to the recycle.
In the olden climate days I planted potatoes on March 17. St Patrick's Day and potatoes. Now it's nearer April 17. Hoping for a nice little harvest anyway.
About mending, plain and fancy, it's not just about clothes. The medieval monastics knew a thing or two about it
Meanwhile back to now, and the continuing weaving, which is teaching me a lot, and my next work will definitely benefit from what I now know.
Wobbly as it is, this is about half the length I've made, and it's a thrill to handle a piece of fabric you made from raw thread on a loom you assembled from stuff lying around -- PVC piping, dowels, a bathrobe belt.
And I do have assistants, large and small, on the tool bench
Happy day everyone, on with reading Spare now, it's well written and I'm feeling for Harry and his endless hope that his relatives will come to value him. I know that feeling so well. You never stop trying for acceptance.
Now some respect for so much greater, unimaginable, trauma: today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Let's all do our part to make "Never Again" a reality.
