I had a couple of hours to myself (which is a rare occurrence with a 6 month old daughter) so thought it was a perfect time to weed the vegetable patch which had got a little feral over the winter.
My husbands grandfather (my guru of everything green fingered along with my mother!) had given us an old rotovator which I hadn't used yet. So out it came... and after a good ten minutes of me working out how to start it it kicked into life - much to my amazement and shock but it managed to churn up the clay that is Yorkshire soil in no time at all.
It was then to the hard graft of picking out the weeds from the newly dug soil and then turning the patch into shallow furrows...
This was immensely pleasing and looked beautiful... My husband just gave me a withering look and just patted me on the head...
My furrows, to me, signalled the greatest beginning to what I hope will be a successful growing season...
P.s. The bushes that you can see at the back of the photo are my fig and blackcurrant plants which, by some miracle, are showing a bit of new life... I have yet to have fruit grow from these but maybe this year will be the year!
