Sometimes it Snows in April

It isn't going to snow. I don't even think it's going to frost here in the mild, mild west but I am dragging my feet getting stuff out. I think I could put my courgette plants out and some spinach seedlings; my purple sprouting broccoli look like they could be ready. I've been hardening off. *taps fingers on edge of the armrest*.  I think I'll try a couple of things; most of the seedlings I have ready to go have back ups or succession seedlings, after all. What's the worst that could happen? My babies could dieeeeeeee, that's all.

Attractive Blue Frames, Motif of the Site

Not much time at the plot this morning as I was really exhausted after a fairly sleepless night. Got there late, did a bit of weeding and scattered round some slug pellets, planted some more sweet peas. I was sad to discover that my little green shoots were actually fairly unlikely to be entirely the careful and diligent planting of seeds in drills of my own hand, because I noticed the whole roots raised bed was covered by little seedlings, more than I ever trickled out of the seed packets. Then I realise they were more than likely to be the wildflower seeds having blown off the bed above, which I scattered them on without raking them in. Well, how delightful they seem to be thriving so well, I thought as I raked my hands through the soil, scuffing them up at their roots. A weed, after all, is just a plant growing where you would rather it did not. I could have waited, I suppose, and transplanted them when they were a bit stronger but I do not feel particularly obliged towards them. So, fuck em. More room for the things we can actually eat.
Anyway, I cut the plastic piping for my cloches (far easier than I thought, especially in comparison with all the grunt work I've done over the past few weeks) and I stuck them in the beds, to be covered tomorrow. I was fairly happy about that, until I broke off the end of the (fairly shoddily made) raised bed. I watched Gardener's World last night, and watched Monty Don knock together some fairly professional looking beds in about 5 minutes. Oh, for the manpower and resources of a gardening show, eh? Anyway, he made me feel like mine are going to last all of about three weeks... but as long as they last a growing season, I won't be heartbroken - theoretically I can just dismantle them and continue to have no-dig beds where they were. Please though, please wait until I've pulled up my parsnips and swedes.