Dark, chilly morning with spatters of rain. But well before noon all soggy thoughts dispersed, and a bright sun, making garden work a sweaty exercise, in spite of a cool onshore breeze.

Trimmed up the herb garden, with Sue suggesting I do it in the fall instead of now because thyme goes to seed, and we now have it popping up all across the gravel driveway. Which makes me wonder what would happen if we didn't pluck it out—would we create a road back in thyme?

I'm not sure which little one put the stones on the log, but they are still there.

Thinking garden, I decided to try adding some beach glop, as a form of compost. If you think about it, beach glop should be very beneficial to growing vegetables. Certainly, they have seldom encountered it in the wild.

The photo above does not show it, but the garden plot was studded with clumps of clover. Using the narrow spade I tipped them all upside down, knocked the dirt off as best as possible, and threw the roots over the side...jettisoned them, in fact. While clover is a legume and therefore most likely fixing nitrogen in the soil, space in the garden is limited and I don't much like the taste of it. The worms, in contrast, apparently do, because beneath each clump were many.

The bit of rhubarb root given us last fall by Don L. is apparently establishing itself alongside the garden. Once can never have enough rhubarb—I'm heaping Whitewater rhubarb compote on my yoghurt every morning, and feeling mighty fit as a result. (Actually, rhubarb being so early, was a godsend to early settlers who were close to scurvy when May came around.)