It's been a sullen, grey day and the many seeds I planted on Monday are still hiding away in the earth. The mint plant that I potted and set out in the greenhouse is flourishing, though.
I quickly learned one quick difference between English and American gardening--the wearing of Wellies. Wellington boots are tall and rubbery, in order to keep out the mud, I presume. It's so much easier to slip into my Wellies (well, OK, into my housemate Julia's Wellies) at the garden door than it is putting on tennis shoes (trainers, they call them here) that are bound to get filthy and that need to be scraped before re-entering the house.
I love wearing the pink Wellies!
I always thought the Brits had cornered the market with Wellies (Wellington Boots - from the boots favored by the 1st Earl of Wellington back in 19th Century) but I see them over here in increasing numbers in a variety of colorful patterns. Like your pink Wellies they are so much more attractive than the plain black I grew up with. I now own a very old, plain green pair of Wellies, as favored by the older Royals apparently. Incidentally, my oldest son once came a very close (and competitive) second in a Wellie throwing contest in Newlyn, Cornwall...
I believe it's actually called "Wellie Wanging".
I have just found your blog. Yep! That's me, daydreaming on a regular basis for most of my adult life about leaving here and setting up in, England. At this point, I would settle for short holiday there. Someday, I may just do the former and most assuredly the latter. I have thought so many times about ordering Wellies online. I'm a little nervous about sizing though. I love these perfectly pink Wellies!! They would go so nicely with my Kelly green jealousy of your stay in, England!