In spring the clocks spring forward and in autumn the fall back. The extra hour we lost in bed this morning was amply repaid by sunshine this evening. Rather then coming in from work to dark and cold it was still a fresh spring afternoon when I got home. It remained pleasant in the garden until well after 7 p.m..
This valuable time allowed us to catch up after the rainy weekend. The peas were planted in the other raised bed and two rows of beans extended the vegetable by another metre.
The chickens have, in true pavlovian fashion, learnt that spades are associated with worms and have become much more affectionate as a consequence. This increasing closeness has prompted them to be named; Blacky, Scabby, an Nicey. They haven't fought over the names at all.
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