Spring means a vague attempt by me to grow some veg. I'm fairly black-thumbed so it's always a miracle when I manage anything edible at all. It's not going so badly so far though.
Plum tomato and gherkin seedlings in my mini-windowsill greenhouse.
Orange bell pepper and fuego chilis. I've forgotten which plants are which though...
My chilis and sweet peppers from last year are miraculously still going strong, and flowering already, despite a hefty pruning whereby I chopped about 4 feet off the top.
My heavily-pruned cherry tree blossoming in the yard. Last year it produced the grand total of one cherry at mum and dad's house whilst they were tree-sitting, which was promptly stolen by a bird. I'm hoping for at least two this year.
Taters just planted out at the front, plus other bits and bobs.
Only half of my sugar snap peas have germinated thus far...
I *think* these are carrots.
My courgettes haven't died yet. There's still time.
Wild strawberry plant (back) I stole back from my yarden in Birmingham, plus a new normal one (front) donated by Mother Goodchild, my source for all things seedy.
So, fingers crossed for a bountiful summer. If I manage to eat any of it I reckon I'm on to a winner.
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