Cor blast, th'ass frosty

Well that was this morning, wasn't it. While I felt the chill when I went to uncover the tater chits in the greenhouse, it probably wasn't any colder than it's meant to be this time of year, but my neighbour's plots were thick with frost.

This time last year, I had my first seed potatoes in. Then I was up there every evening to tuck them in with fleece to keep Jack frost off and back each morning to uncover them, so I decided I'd plant the first earlies a little bit later this year to save some shoe leather.

While it might be less worry on the spud front, that's not looking so cracky where the garlic and onions are concerned. I know they reckon it likes a frost, because that makes it divide into cloves properly, but my fear's the wet. The soil's been saturated for yonks and - worse still - the medium-range forecast gives it quite a bit more rain. So I worry it's all going to go to rot.

Mind you the rhubarb looks like it's making a better fist of it this year - the second since I divided the clumps and moved it, so we'll hopefully be in for a few stalks in the spring.