Today was about sowing seeds and filling in a job application. Mr Brown's lyric couldn't have been more apt. The seeds are trailing blue lobelia - a bargain from B&Q for 79p a packet. I won't jinx the application by telling you what it was for,
suffice to say it's a version of my dream job. It's not digging my own grave.
These are the smallest seeds I have ever seen. Barely-there rust coloured specks. I have sprinkled in seed trays in the graves of tomato seedlings that didn't take. It was by accident rather than by design that these were planted so late. So it may mean the garden has a lovely Indian Summer bloom of blue trailing from the edges of its pots. To be admired at the end of a dreamjob day, perhaps with a Tanqueray and tonic in hand. (I hate gin but it seems the thing to drink when admiring plants, no?)
