This morning I was planting squashes, pumpkins and courgettes at Turriefield.  It is almost the end of the planting now which is sad for me, as I really enjoy it.

And hundreds of little pots of potential veg later, we took our efforts down to the polytunnel where I got to see plants in the “here are ones I prepared earlier” category.  I love this bit.  All my hard work magically appearing with the potential to be real edible vegetables.  I get a huge sense of achievement every time I look at all the greenery shooting upwards.

And one of my rewards to myself is that I get to wander around the pretty herbs that grow in this tunnel

I find that very relaxing and harmonious.

And it is also nice and warm in here too.

I got home in time of lunch and resentment that I hadn’t taken Pepper with me.

And then out again to my shed to make a sheep and then after round the pony track with my bucket to collect the poo up to throw away into a heap off the track.   The Shetland ponies haven’t left their new corner of food yet as was evidenced by their efforts too.

I think I deserve a glass of wine for all of that.