Girls have a new home..and they are so very cross!!!

Well..the giant roll of chicken wire came through the post...the man with the rogue digger had erected the up rights so away I went..the girls looked with the odd quizzical eye..and trotted off to forage under the beech hedge..just next to the freshly dug spud bed..they, trusting little lovelies had no idea that their spell of freedom was coming to an end.

Buried red treasure

Fantastic burst of colour...steel blade strikes through the dark brown of soil and Khazzam...a rich, vibrant, slash of deep red....a buried beetroot explodes into scarlet, clean and glistening concentric circles of different densities of shade. Buried under the soil all the while the snow lay thick and bitter.
I love spring time......so many surprises.