Today was dirt day. One cubic metre of garden mix dumped on our driveway and delivered to the garden by 4 people, 1 wheelbarrow, 2 buckets, 50 minutes, and a couple of youngest child meltdowns. It stinks and they wore masks. Two self-sown pumpkin plants were forcefully transferred into it for the time being because the shop didn't have any cucumber ones.
Also borlotti beans. I have visions of opening my pantry in the middle of winter to pull out a bounteous harvest of beans that I have grown and dried to put in my soup. On such fantasies lives are built.
Only three of us home for dinner tonight. We bought takeaways because I am on holiday too, but the idea was a lot nicer than the execution.
