I hate slugs.
Ever seen a bug, or maybe a load of bugs, in reality or on TV and then been unable to shake the feeling that they were on you? It's a damned strange feeling, almost an instinctive paranoia. I just found a slug on the kitchen floor and had to pick the thing up in a bit of kitchen roll and toss it in a flower bed. Still feel slimy.
Anyway, on to slightly less creepy and cowardly matters. I spent a number of hours today outside, putting seeds and compost in flimsy plastic trays and then tucking away the results in a small greenhouse. The weather was neither too warm nor too cold and there was next to no wind. There were no insects in the air but lifting up a plant pot revealed a large swarm of ants coming from cracks in the patio.
Spring has most definitely sprung.
I suppose spring technically begins in March, according to the meteorological definition, but since I live in Scotland, I don't tend to see the warmer weather that I always think defines spring until late March at the earliest, even if it's clearly not winter. It's a kind of unofficial tradition in our family that we always have one day of the year when we plant various seeds and bulbs that we've accumulated over the weeks before and, for me, that's generally when spring begins.
I don't really know what my point is here, simply that I like this time of year, when you're not kept in by cold or forced out by sheer heat and lack of industrial strength air conditioning. Not that such entirely prohibitive extremes are ever reached around here, but it's nice to be able to have a choice without that nagging little voice at the back of your mind saying “you can't go outside, it's freezing” or “come on, it's a wonderful day and it's way too hot in here”.
Other than that, I've really not much to say. Another excellent episode of Doctor Who tonight, though perhaps not one of the best it certainly shows promise and had various nice little references and twists.
Also, chocolate. That's what I like about this time of year. Chocolate. Eggs, bunnies, anything, it's all made out of wonderful, edible chocolate at this time of year. And it's not warm enough for it to melt in your fingers, either.
Anyway, on to slightly less creepy and cowardly matters. I spent a number of hours today outside, putting seeds and compost in flimsy plastic trays and then tucking away the results in a small greenhouse. The weather was neither too warm nor too cold and there was next to no wind. There were no insects in the air but lifting up a plant pot revealed a large swarm of ants coming from cracks in the patio.
Spring has most definitely sprung.
I suppose spring technically begins in March, according to the meteorological definition, but since I live in Scotland, I don't tend to see the warmer weather that I always think defines spring until late March at the earliest, even if it's clearly not winter. It's a kind of unofficial tradition in our family that we always have one day of the year when we plant various seeds and bulbs that we've accumulated over the weeks before and, for me, that's generally when spring begins.
I don't really know what my point is here, simply that I like this time of year, when you're not kept in by cold or forced out by sheer heat and lack of industrial strength air conditioning. Not that such entirely prohibitive extremes are ever reached around here, but it's nice to be able to have a choice without that nagging little voice at the back of your mind saying “you can't go outside, it's freezing” or “come on, it's a wonderful day and it's way too hot in here”.
Other than that, I've really not much to say. Another excellent episode of Doctor Who tonight, though perhaps not one of the best it certainly shows promise and had various nice little references and twists.
Also, chocolate. That's what I like about this time of year. Chocolate. Eggs, bunnies, anything, it's all made out of wonderful, edible chocolate at this time of year. And it's not warm enough for it to melt in your fingers, either.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
10:58 PM
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