supermouse at work

The mice who survived last winter must have developed extra wit and guile, as they have been at it again in the greenhouse. The same night I sowed a guttering full of peas a la the cognoscenti (sorry about mixed languages) the little fellows- or at least one,  went right along the row and dug as many up as they could carry, then hauled them over to a seed tray nearby and sat down to take off the skins. Then they made a little pile in the corner of a tomato tray! They must have eaten as much as they could and left the rest for later.

But I wasn’t defeated. Yesterday morning I resowed all the peas I could find, and resited the guttering on two towers of flower pots. I expect they will find a way up but it won’t be easy.

Penny says she always smears her pot rims with vaseline to keep the slugs at bay. Maybe that would work with mice as well!

Horrible cold weather yesterday and the promised rain hasn’t yet materialised. I want a good soaking for all the allotment, The blossom everywhere though is wonderful at the moment and rain will spoil all of that.  David and I went to a Rotary lunch at the sailing club on Carsington water yesterday and  the blackthorn bushes and hawthorn were a froth of delicate white blossom everywhere.

Sowed sweetcorn in a 7inch pot on the kitchen window.   I think the mice have eaten my tomato seedlings in the greenhouse, as only the Gardener’s Delight are up and doing anything much. I may bring them all back in later. It is time to start all the other climbing beans off inside. – a project for tomorrow.

On the TV there was a mention of bees yesterday which said that each bee in its lifetime will only produce one teaspoonful of honey.  Cause for thought as one carelessly spoons it onto the toast. Jane’s bees have been delayed so she is still waiting to set up her apiary. I have seen quite a few bumble bees round here though already which is encouraging. Just hope the cold snap does not kill them though.

About mrsgarnettsgarden

After a life in International Development where I have seen many resililent women farmers bring abundance out of almost nothing, I'm now more often at home in Derbyshire with my husband David, a retired Archdeacon who runs the churches on the Chatsworth estate. Our garden and my allotment are the setting for a little diary of plants and pottering, aided and abetted by our dogs, Spaniel jess, and Collie, Pip. David is a hen fanatic so the chicken runs encroach ever nearer the house. I work freelance as an assessor for Comic Relief International grants, and also run a little not for profit agency to help African women get going in business, called "Lasting Solutions."
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