Fair drookit....

Fair drookit. Well, that's not strictly true. I might have been if I'd stepped out of the door last night. The wind's been howling, the rain has lashed down, but the plants have survived and the grass (and the weeds) had a much needed drink. Mizuna and pak choi seeds have been planted today - a little late, but then so was Spring. I don't hold out too much hope for a bumper crop, but you never know.

The courgettes, pumpkins, dill and tomatoes are still waiting wistfully on the windowsill, hoping that they can cavort in the Great Outdoors too - but not just yet. And my homemade cold-frame - inspired by Alys Fowler (using bricks and a bit of perspex from an old picture frame) - is still sheltering some stock, cosmos, and other seedlings, which will probably be turfed out in the next few days to go it alone in the wilds of the garden.

It's fun, this gardening lark!