Pirate plot...

Today I have been mainly gardening. Well, when I say gardening I mean hurting my back and making my arms and legs ache. It's not even as if I'm going through all this pain to benefit myself. It isn't my garden. It's my mother in laws. Mind you, I have managed to secrete a large plastic greenhouse on her property, one of those ones with plastic joiners and green metal tubes. I thought it was going to be a nightmare to erect, but it was actually easy. Even the instructions made sense.

I also installed a small raised bed to grow salad crops, dug out a trench in the lawn for beans, and brought along two large black dustbins to grow pumpkins and sweetcorn. Well, who needs lawn anyway? All you do is cut it continually. My mother in laws garden, but my gardening. I'm already thinking of it as my pirate plot and have planned exactly what I'm going to grow there.

It was going dark when I finished; my back screaming, but a sense of real sat satisfaction in my grinding bones. Of course my mother in law will benefit too. I'm happy for her to eat some of the vegetables I grow - just as long as she does some of the watering. Here's to a long vegetable growing summer and pirate plot gardening. I'll keep you informed.

Ibuprofen time I think.