Flea beetle damage on the mustards, the little buggers
For the last two months since the snow melted I have been doing the gardener’s equivalent of thumb-twiddling.
I have limited my exertions to weeding the paths, tidying the beds, doing minor repairs, putting in new fencing, digging new beds (yes in wet clay soil bad me) and in general just fussing. I’ve made a couple of furtive runs to a farm down the road to get some of their lovely composted horse manure. Chicken coop cleaned, compost turned, animal fencing repaired.
Damned seedling light tuned off, freeing me from the tyranny.
And now? NOW there aren’t enough hours in the day to garden! How did that happen? I thought I got all the time-consuming-but-necessary work done and out of the way!