So I had an extremely traumatic event the other day which resulted In a crying/ screaming fit.....The silly weather really pushed it's luck. There I was having sown about 30 varieties of fruit and vegetables, all looking cosy in my little, plastic greenhouse when the wind decides to blow the whole bloody thing over, leaving a massacre of seedlings in its wake. Steve helped me scrape together and replant what we had but now I have no clue what anything is! Having complained to just about everyone I know I have come to accept that maybe it will be nice to have mystery plants popping up all over the place, I guess there are worse things right? G
