The sun is out for a couple of days, so we struck while the iron was hot, as the old blacksmith used to say. Out at the allotment complex, you see signs of the coming season— the clubhouse is again open during the afternoon for drinks and chatting, we’re just waiting for the terrace furniture to be put out again. My Bride was happy to see the small, book exchange cabinet re-appear from winter absence. She can return the books she borrowed for over the winter and select a new one for reading now. The old cargo gate had well and truly collapsed— the wood slats had turned into paper and the chicken wire had given-up to rust. It was sad. Well chappies, nothing for it but to gather-up that gate in ruins and slap a new one together. We used some scavenged wood from a nearby garden shed that was being torn down. It is basic but my Bride likes it. Yea! Spuds then— The right two trenches now have spuds. I planted the far right one about a week ago and now the the centre trench has an interesting-sounding new potato sort We are trying this year. Here you can see these oddly-shaped lovelies. You cannot tell the colour because of the bad piccy, but they have a sort of maroon colour, and they are called, Teufelshörnchen. What a name! The German speakers will know what this translates to. On the foreground of that pic up above you above the “Horns”, is the second strawberry bed all cleaned and fed. In the other strawberry bed that I cleaned last week, I saw flowers. Strawberry flowers. I am rapt. A close-up of this Dar Royale bloom. At the end of the row though was a little black face. Then there was another bed that needed Swiss chard, beetroot and courgettes. This is the leafy quadrant. So then the whole mulch layer had to be removed. Luckily there was not much weed growth, so the job was a quick one. We made all the drills and then applied water to make the soil dark and this held the sun’s heat for a few hours. Towards the end of the day, we planted all the seeds. The work area from the other side. You can see the rest of the garden…the flower garden. Well at the end of a day and a half’s work we were not cooking…no way. So we drifted across the road to Mickey D’s. While sitting in the back of our auto with our legs hanging out the bed, this is what we saw across the canal. Pshew…..it doesn’t get any better than this.