In the Garden 2

Have been busy in the garden again, planting out seeds and what have you, though some are in propogators in the house, currently on the kitchen floor, am going to have to find somewhere for them as we don't have any window ledges on account of living in a french house. (Windows open inwards to maximise chance of injury to young children whose heads are just at that height. Also there are shutters in the way on the outside). I think they might end up in our bedroom, which is nice, but the only place they'll be out of the way. Have currently got on the go inside and out:


Carrots
Onions
Garlic
Mangetout
Melons
Raspberries
Peppers
Various herbs
Lettuces
Rocket
Potatoes ready to go out when we get some earth for the tubs
Mixed flowers and sunflowers with the girls

Will also be doing:

More carrots, onions and garlic
Sweetcorn
possibly runner beans
broccoli
courgettes
Dad wants horseradish, will have to try to hunt some down, not sure you can get it over here.

Have gone gardening mad and am devouring Adrian's old gardening mags and books which I was never really that interested in before, but now I can't get enough - my new little babies!!

Have been getting a few holes in the fleece on the raised bed of late and suspected the cat. Anyway, last night when I was putting the girls to bed, I was shutting Isabella's shutters when I noticed a lump under the fleece. It was indeed the cat. I jumped out the window without a second thought (fortunately, we are completely on the ground floor or it could have been messy), and went bananas at the cat. Cat looked nonchalently at me and then made an independent decision that it felt like being somewhere else just at that moment (they will never be told what to do).

Climbed back into house through window, turned around and cat is back on the edge of the bed. Shoo cat off bed again. Start shutting shutters and see through the gap that the cat is back on the bed. Threw small cuddly toy at cat. Cat looks at toy and stands ground. Threw wooden brick at cat. Cat bats brick a bit and then gets back to trying to get under fleece. Threw pot of felt tips at cat. Felt tips go everywhere except in direction of cat. Cat is now under fleece and has started digging. Consider throwing small child but can't be that cruel. (Not to the cat, to the child. And anyway, if one went the other would want to go too, neither of them can bear to think they are missing out on something the other does.) Give up and by the time the children are in bed, can't be bothered to deal with it. Wake up to a lovely ground frost and fog and fleece completely off the bed. Am outside at 8.30am on Sunday morning re-covering fleece and putting net on top. We shall see what tomorrow morning brings.