love this time of year seed sowing means the start of hands in the muck for yet another year.
Never get bored of it too many happy memories it’s on of the 1st greenhouse skills I leaned with my dad. If only I’d had a quid for every tray I’d filled , every seed pricked-out and potted on over the years I’d have one heck of an expensive bike
Never get bored of it too many happy memories it’s on of the 1st greenhouse skills I leaned with my dad. If only I’d had a quid for every tray I’d filled , every seed pricked-out and potted on over the years I’d have one heck of an expensive bike