Hey there and up she rises.

Well, it sems as if all in the garden is indeed rosy. With a downturn in the weather, a definite cold-spell bringing rain, came the final shoots of vegetables and the emergence of the runner beans.

And marauding ponies, intent on trampling to death the fruits of my labour. Yes, that's right, the ponies of our field decided that they wanted to get involved, and showed up to help me break the ground. They're only 6 months too late, but hey let's embrace the fact they turned up at all.

Ponies: can't live with them, can't turn them into furniture.


So, the shoots of the radish and beetroot have emerged in their little bedding-area, an old wheelbarrow tub, and I thinned them out by finding somewhere else to put them. An oil barrel had been cut in half and discarded, so i filled each half and planted the excess there.

They are doing well, worryingly better than their earth-planted brethren.

The Cucumbers are now in 6 inch pots, and will in all likely hood stay there, to be grown into climbers for the conservatory. Friends of mine had done this, and apart from being a fantastic aesthetic addition to their home, it was a source of much amusement. And lairy photos.