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I try to publish a blogpost just about every day but sometimes it just doesn't work out.

This can be for a variety of reasons. First of all  I might be away somewhere without internet access. Secondly, I might be busy at home with something - family occasions etc.. Thirdly, I might simply forget to blog. Fourthly, I might not be able to think of anything to write. Fifthly, I might simply be feeling lazy. Sixthly, I might have been teleported to The Planet Zog by aliens. Fortunately, the last one has not happened...yet.

I may not be quite as prolific as blogging legends Mary Moon, Crozier Magnon, Steve Reed, John Gray or Bob Slatten but I am not far behind. This is my record for the first six years of this decade

2020 - 340 blogposts

2021 - 316 blogposts

2022 - 345 blogposts

2023 - 355 blogposts

2024  - 359 blogposts

2025 - 352 blogposts

These figures are much higher than when I first started blogging. My first full year in the blogosphere was 2006:-

2006 - 125 blogposts

2007 - 110  blogposts

2008 - 115 blogposts

2009 - 132 blogposts

2010 - 196 blogposts

After all these years, I still cannot quite believe that nowadays I find something to blog about almost every day.

Today, I could have bored you with a detailed account of my work up at the vegetable patch.

The weather forecast strongly suggests that we will not experience any more frosts as this spring turns into summer. Besides, I had a feeling in my bones that today was the day to do my planting out.

I had grown sixteen runner bean plants from seed on a table in our sunny front bedroom along with five courgette plants (American: zucchini) so on this mild Monday afternoon I was up there getting my hands dirty after filling our wheelbarrow with nutritious and well rotted homemade compost  to give the baby plants the best possible start.  I am just hoping the local wood pigeons do not get them.

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to return to the vegetable patch with two filled watering cans. My babies will be thirsty after the trauma of being transplanted.


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