Favourite spring time job, cleaning the outside of the polytunnel.
The past week had been glorious up here, but still chilly.
I won’t go on about bird song, snowdrops, catkins etc., etc. Blah, blah, blah. Enough on Instagram, and it’s ilk. We all know when the sun comes out and the sky is blue after a grim old lockdown winter it’s lovely and joyous and up lifting so…
I’m going to write about slime, green slime, clear slime, slime.
Fist slime to be dealt with this week has been the horrid green variety attached to the woodland side of the polytunnel
That kind of slime.
We have spent a lot of time and effort building new shelving in preparation for a mammoth seed sowing session, starting next week.
I sent this photo above to my sister, proudly showing the work in progress, and she rightly pointed out that the slime rather let the side down.
Shamed into action I spent a day with the hose pipe, step ladder and stiff brush, washing the disgusting stuff off.
And…
Ta da, clean polytunnel.
Can’t believe how much lighter it is. Duh!
So, yeah, living the Dream, cleaning slimey polytunnel.
The second lot of slime was a happier task.
There is so much frogspawn in the mud and puddles along the tracks in the wood.
Last year they were all dried out by April and the spawn was left high and dry.
This week I went round with buckets trying to gather as much as I could to put in out teeny, tiny pond. Hoping they have more of a chance to survive. Like trying to gather jelly up. It has the most extraordinary consistency, and is almost impossible to move. Slips through fingers, off trowels, won’t slimey slide where you want it too. Not sur how much I eventually managed to gather. Much of it will have to fend for itself in the mud I fear.
The biggest danger in the teeny pond is the cat who likes to drink from it, especially when there is frogspawn in it.
Like I said. Living the dream…. depends what youdream about, I guess….. Slime and sick chickens?
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