32>Back out there

I am back in my garden.

I have been reluctant to start, The rabbits found it in the Autumn.
The first to go were my cabbages. Chomp chomp. Next  the carrot tops, carrots, fennel tips, fennel, celeriac tops, and then swedes, all spiced with morsels of herb roots. Scratch scratch. They have shunned my spinach, don't like beetroot much and are creating a close-cropped sward from the grasses.

I have finally decided to buy some rabbit wire. Its been a hard choice to make as I HATE fences. To plan its route, I collected together all my spare posts. I keep rearranging them, and pacing between to measure the perimeter. The wire comes in 50 metre rolls and I want to make full use  of two of these. Corral your ambition generously.

Actually, along the seaward side, it will be a useful shelter from the wind and attention. Beyond there though, I feel like my garden's spontaneous boundary is being prescribed, and to think of it, fences are prescription's most loyal servants... .

Until I had made the decision to fence, there seemed little point in doing anything to the garden at all.

So I am sowing and potting, for now within ghettoes of fleece and polycarbonate sheeting.
With fingers stinging from rooting out nettles, and an aching back, I can announce that the garden will reawaken for another year.