From the Worktable: Waiting on Larkspur

Some of the varieties are up, not all of them. Which is normal larkspur attitude.

A few come through, the rest take their time, no rush. You stand there looking at the tray thinking, is there something wrong or do you have better things to be getting on with? The white and rose are absolutely in no rush.

It’s five degrees and they don’t seem particularly bothered either way. Why is that completely acceptable when you’re sowing, less so when you’re outside lifting a slab, then a couple of bricks, then a couple more, wondering why you started in the first place.

A fern, with no tenancy agreement, has somehow housed itself.

I’ve sown another round anyway. Just in case.