Swifts, Seedlings and the Stressipice

The spring days continue to push forward, and with them erupts the emerald volcano of spring growth. All of a sudden the swifts are screaming through Petersfield town square, the mint plants have gone mental and the dogs are covered in tics. Fully surrendering to the grow-your-own bug I’ve caught this year, I repotted my pumpkin seedlings this week (pre…