My annual battle with the two Bs has begun in earnest. Butterburr and buttercups, proof that butter is bad for you. I had another hour in the garden last night digging up the butterburr runners/roots, they are nightmarishly tough and go for miles. I ended up using the tree lopper tool to cut them.
I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have a garden which only requires average weeding and digging. This was such a ruin when we moved in, requiring a lot of hard work, and it's hard to keep on top of it never mind actually move forward. I've given up with the celandine. It appears each year for a couple of weeks then dies off. I can put up with that I've found.
Speaking of butter being (allegedly) bad for you... on Thursday one of the break-time-boys came in for his tea and toast and asked if he could have just jam on the toast. I asked why and he said he was worried about his cholesterol (he's 13). When I told him we used sunflower spread he was mollified a little end thought he'd risk it. Science lessons have a lot to answer for.
We eat butter here, not ridiculous amounts, we prefer the taste on most things though I do bake with sunflower spread most of the time (the cost is a big factor rather than health matters). For now I don't have to worry about my cholesterol levels, they are quite a bit below average according to a recent blood test. I think the doctor was very disappointed he couldn't lay that one on me, they do like preaching. Mine does anyway.
More gardening today while it's nice. I say gardening but it's more weeding really. Despite having done the same patch twice already the buttercups are back, goodness knows where they lurk. I don't, won't, use pesticides or weedkillers of any sort And after seeing what the slugpellets my Mother's neighbour puts down did to the mistle thrush nesting in my Mother's tree did, then I think they should be banned.