Having applied a biodynamic horn manure preparation to the soil some weeks ago, I now imagine a sparkling invisible web of life enlivening the huerto…

“Spring drew on, and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”  Charlotte Bronte

Certainly the signs are of good health and life springing forth, despite capricious frosting and cruel winds. The sweet peas are happily taking to their customary arch alongside self-sown calendula and borage, tomatoes planted deep in the soil of the greenhouse, broad beans growing, bean structure built, quince tree in flower, peas climbinging away protected from pigeons by carefully positioned sticks and rose James Galway responding to a massive chop by almost visible growth up the side of the shed.