Less than four weeks ago these little green whippernsnappers were floppy and uninspired. And planted really crookedly by some flaming amateur.
Despite their snug quarters and my long history of killing plants, they're actually doing pretty well now!
So are the herbs, despite repeated attacks.
The rocket plants were reduced to shreds by the same boofheaded creature but after a week in the greenhouse ICU, they were back from the brink!
NB: Rocket means arugula in the American language. Rocket is also a Scots word for a crazy person. Try it on your friends today, ya mad rockets!
The greenhouse also features a random pile o bubble wrap and this stunning portrait of Urquhart Castle.
This flower has nothing to do with our efforts, it just appeared on Friday. It's a biggun. Does anyone know what it is?
Today I finally chopped down some salad. That is once I'd removed the stray feathers and dodged the leaves anointed with pheasant crap. But there was plenty of goodness left. Oh YEAH… it was tasty! And the rocket was the most peppery and delicious I'd ever eaten. Much better than paying 99p for a withered bag of supermarket stuff. I go through about three bags of various salad leaves a week so this is GREEN GOLD, baby!