Sheer exhaustion that comes with pregnancy has hit. It makes difficult to motivate myself to do anything. And the energy that I do have is usually used entertaining the Little Paddler, or some days, just for to keep her alive and fed. Washed might well be a step too far. And Mr. Fairweather has come home once or twice to find her still in her pjs – a sure sign neither of us ventured out of the house.
As such the garden and the blog have been a little neglected. (Along with the Instagram account, the baking and general nurturing of my toddler’s mind – you win some, you lose some.)
But every so often I have managed to venture out in the evenings when the Little Paddler is asleep and get a half an hour in while there is still a bit of daylight. It does my soul good to do something, to see a bit of progress – even if I have to use a microscope, it doesn’t matter because the progress is there.
Peas I had sown direct and given up on are emerging.
Tomatoes I transplanted in to my makeshift no-dig beds are putting on new leaves.
My herb garden is not only holding its own, it’s starting to take off.
Flower crowns and bulbs I had planted and given up on are emerging.
It may be later than every one else’s garden but it’s mine and it’s getting there.