A sunny day in February, though still chill. The ponds have defrosted and we are hoping to soon be seeing baby frogs. Howard and I are here to hoe. There is a broad bean bed to get ready, and the rest of the plot to prep.
We will leave most of the self-sown poppy plants; much of the chervil, too. The ragged kale and the purple frills mustard are thrusting on despite the cool nights.