It’s been a strange sort of a week. I spent last weekend in the garden working hard and of course hurt myself because I haven’t been out there for a while. Ooooo the hammies. Serious pain on Saturday night which lessened somewhat on Sunday but wouldn’t go away entirely. I finally went to the chemist on Wednesday. She advised that it was probably residual pain from whichever specific nerve/muscle I hurt and that it all just needed to be calmed down to heal properly. Three days on Nurofen Plus and I’m all back to normal. Thankfully. My inner drama queen was at full roar wondering about how I was going to achieve all the walking I want to do in Spain.
But back to the garden. I finished laying the edging bricks on what I call the chilli bed. Added soil, compost, gypsum (we have clay soil); watered and mixed it all through the existing dirt. Did the same with the jasmine bed and weeded the rosemary bed. Planted brown onions and seed garlic in the first two beds and mulched well with sugar cane mulch (no wonder the legs were hurting). In the chilli bed I also planted these (click to enlarge):
Spinach you say? No no no. They’re Asian greens. But the label says spinach? Still no; still Asian greens. It might be labelled spinach, it might look like spinach, and it does taste like spinach. But it’s not. You see, Husband doesn’t like spinach but Husband *does* like what I told him years ago were Asian greens :-/. There’s a method in my madness.
