The soil here is rock solid [...] Now, I'd need to use an ice axe, rather than a fork if I wanted to plant anything.
The soil here is rock solid. Fortunately, I planted the last of the garlic last week, before temperatures plummeted. Now, I'd need to use an ice axe, rather than a fork if I wanted to plant anything.
I answered the door recently to a courier, who was rather amused to find me wearing a very large woolly jumper, two chunky scarves and a hot water bottle strapped around my middle (I've been suffering from an extremely sore lower back, as well as from the cold, and this really does help to relieve the discomfort).
But if I'm still cold beneath so many layers, I shudder to think how the poor birds must be faring. Their tiny, almost flesh-free legs must be frozen. I do what I can for them, and my bird table is currently laden with large quantities of crushed peanuts, and liberal helpings of bird seed. Every foot or so, along the top of the hedge, I've placed apple halves and mushy pear, interspersed with cereal bowls full of water. They also have access to a small plate of boiled rice, so hopefully they won't go hungry, and their energy levels can be maintained.
I still can't help but worry about them, but at least I feel like I'm doing my bit. Perhaps I should knit them some bird socks?
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