Me And My Help-Mate

A Sunday morning after the first lot of decent rain in East Anglia for months, time to do a bit more weeding of the plot.  Luckily the stuff comes up fairly easily and I'm piling it up and covering it with plastic to dry out properly, then I can have a conflagration.  Then a rest.

Cheers!

Alas, only coffee, but really welcome.











I found a frame, hidden under a generaous growth of stuff and, lurking in it a single, wispy, yellow feathery branch.  I have found the asparagus bed.  I suspected there might be one, the label from the plant packet was kicking around on the shed floor.  So I decided to clear it.  Which is when I met one of the many denizens of my patch.

Albert Flipflodder

He had rather a fine opinion of himself and posed while I took no end of unfocussed, and a few in focus, snaps of him.  He did not seem to be unduly worried about having his home destroyed, he just plopped around the frame, leapt over the edge and found himself another damp castle.  I wish him well, there are certanly plenty of fat, orange slugs lurking under the plastic.  He should have a fine feast on them.  Go Albert!

Plonked in a taggy lavender bush that I got from the grotty left-overs section in a garden centre.  It may not come to much - it's got two chances...  Hopefully I'll be able to take cuttings from it next year, the sweet waft of lavender is one of my favourites and I want to see if the scent keeps some of the pests at bay.  At the very least it should feed some bees.