This post seems to have taken on an American flavour recently, so I'll redress the balance by showing the flag. And why shouldn't I be proud? I've done a lot (for me).
Actually, I haven't done so much today. After I gave the ground a thorough turning over, it got too hot so I had a walk down to the local garden centre to get some ideas.
There was a great surprise in the post this morning from my friends Marianne and Steve in Ramsgate. They sent me three packets of heritage seeds - French beans, broad beans and peas.
The French bean goes by the name Cherokee Trail of Tears, evocative but very sad. These were grown by the Cherokee on their forced migration from their homelands to a reservation, I'm told.
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