Remember those puzzles which were like little screens with tiles inside? They fell out of Christmas crackers and to pieces soon afterwards? Plastic, clattery-noised? What were they called? I can't for the life of me remember. The point was to shunt the tiles around to make a picture - left, right, up, down, click-clack, shift-shuffle; what a waste of time and space they were. Ditto the Rubik's Cube, only that had another dimension the better to confuse.
Well, the greenhouse is a bit like that at present; to put down a tomato one must first move a courgette - which necessitates shifting an aubergine. Then, for heaven's sake a tray, of lettuce is in the way.........Sigh. Everything circulates and at the end of the process you end up exactly where you started but slightly more disheveled and wild eyed.
Two weeks ago everything was neatly contained in seed trays on the bench - then the process of moving those babes up the housing ladder began. Having got a bit more space they grew into it and it's time to move on and up again. Tiny pots, medium pots and finally great big 'uns. (Just like raising a family - thank goodness they don't have their friends round.) We're bursting at the seams and anticipating that magic moment 'when the possibility of frost is past' and anything tender can go outdoors. Realistically the possibility of frost is remote but our local prophets of doom warn, with shake of head and sharp intake of breath, that 8 inches of snow in May is not unknown 'up 'ere', adding 'never have a runner bean above ground before June....' So I take heed and practise patience.
I love this nurturing process; the tending, the pricking out and potting on. I like the neat rows of pots with plants reaching maturity and fulfilling their destiny. I've done my best for them. But right now it's a muddle - it's a jungle in there and I've have reached the stage - like all mothers I guess - when I wish they'd all just leave home a give me a bit of space!