March belted past in a blur of airports, motorways, security checks, meetings, tense negotiations, hard work and mental exhaustion. Physically I'm in the best shape I've been for months and my liver's positively blushing with good health and sobriety. Lent and a big contract does that. Early yesterday morning I threw all my laundry on to wash then stepped out into my garden just before six to give it all a thorough inspection.
I've buckets more to seeds to sow, including all my odd bids of dried tomato seeds, far too many climbing beans, all the summer and autumn squashes and let's not forget the herbs and salads. I love coming home.