It’s been dry in the valley for the past few days. There’s even been some fleeting glimpses of blue sky. The temperature has felt odd to me, far too warm to be truly winter. The birds have been quite vocal and the slithers of extra light that we’re beginning to get at the end of the afternoon all make me think of early spring. Being newly replanted from northern climes I’m not sure how much this is what we should expect in Cornwall at this time of year and how much of it is unusual.
Prior to this December has been wet. Again, I knew that living in the west of the country would mean more rain but I’ve been assured that the amount of precipitation we’ve had over the past few weeks has been unusual. That’s a relief.
As a result the ground at the acre has been sodden and almost impossible to work at times. Despite this I’ve pushed on digging new beds, clearing more and more of the site so it has the potential to be used in the Spring. That doesn’t feel so far away now. When the calendar changes in a few hours it will seem nearer still.
With that in mind I’ve been increasing my seed purchasing. I’ve several varieties of aster, sweet pea, scabious and sunflower among others read to go. The first of the sweet peas, collected from ones I grew in pots last year, have been started on my study window sill. Last year’s echiums are waiting until the temperature warms up and they can be moved to the polytunnel to see out the last frost.
Red campion that pop up across the plot are being encouraged to mingle in a bed of their own on the acre, as too are foxgloves and the evening primrose I found don’t look too peturbed by their relocation.
I’m starting to think a challenging part of this journey might be over. Even if I don’t dig another inch I’ve got more than enough land coming into cultivation to start the business.
I’m going do everything organically. Not only in the flowers I grow but in how I establish the business. I will grow what I grow, the seeds I sell will be the seeds I sell. I have no big plans. I just want to keep turning up and see how things develop.
The solitary owl who I suspect lives a few fields off has been particularly vocal over the last few days. He usually starts up as the afternoon creeps on. In the mornings I sometimes see a trio or more of deer who bounce along the bottom edge of the site. Last Friday they paused a few feet from where I was digging to look at me. So it’s you who cut down the weeds we used lie in they were probably thinking. I’m making a small impression on the landscape.