It's been too wet all week to get my trusty Azada working and give the plot a thoroughly good weeding. I have started mulching paths with flattened cardboard boxes (always remove the Cellotape) and covering it with gone off silage and musty straw. The worms like it (so do the slugs to hibernate in) and they make it into compost. Slowly dragging the grass stalks below the soil. I suppose we are copying nature when the trees shed their leaves and they drop on the forest floor to make lovely friable soil. Mole hills also make excellent compost. Never seen any over here in Ireland.
Any gardener will tell you that sometimes it's too wet to work the soil and you have got to wait for the right conditions. I wish I had a large greenhouse or a polytunnel. Then I could work the soil even when its raining.
Back to the nettles. I recently discovered the poet Vernon Scannell. He wrote a poem about nettles. I think it's excellent. Do any of you write poetry? I used to and I am just getting back into writing them. Enjoy the poem.