Uncovering a bed. Running to keep up.

So I finished the first raised bed yesterday, I don't think I'm making them that way again. Turns out, freestyling is not a highly efficient means of carpentry. I ended up having to bodge the last couple of planks in simply because I was so sick of it and for that reason, it will need fixing, soon, but I had had enough. Now, it needs a bit more soil, but apart from that, I think it's ready for root veg. I'm going to try parsnips, celeriac, chantenay carrots and beetroot. This still means places need to be found for spuds, tomatoes, chillies, spinach, courgettes, brassicas, herbs and peas. I've got that little bed, which I think will take three of the tomatoes and some marigolds (should they grow).
So I went this morning with the intention of cutting out a pair of terraced beds on the terrible slope and moving some earth, but I got sidetracked by the horrible bit of ground that I'd had my fire on and was planning to use for my comfrey and a few wild flower seeds to add some colour to the plot. I was just going to see if I could tidy it up a bit, peel up the black plastic and planks that were covering up the ground and see how bad it was. Turns out, when I peeled the plastic back, it wasn't bad at all. Of course, the everpresent bramble and couch grass was still there, but before I knew it I'd cleared a bed. The tree stump in the middle is a bit irritating and an immovable rock on one side takes up a fair bit of space,  but otherwise, I feel optimistic. On one side I still am going for comfrey and flowers, but on the other, I think it will be fantastic for chillies and herbs.
In other news, the first shoots appeared in the propagator this morning. Three purple sprouting broccoli and two marigold. I was so excited, it could have been Christmas morning in the Growstuff household. I shrieked out to my son that some shoots had appeared, and he ran upstairs, having entirely misheard, and said, pointing at my black suede ankle boots, 'What, those shoes?'
Needless to say, he was not as excited as me. I just think there's something so amazing about growing from seeds. One night you are squinting at the soil, wondering if anything will ever appear, or whether you've got such little gardening ability that nothing will ever grow, and the next morning you look and little green shoots have poked through. I don't care if it means I need to get out more.