The field is done

Three days of rotovating the pig earth, broadcasting lupin seeds and lifting stone. And who knows for what purpose. Other than halting the bramble regrowth, the fecund acacia, the swarming Old Man’s Beard, the cunning ivy, the boisterous field maple, nameless annuals.

But done it is for now (extra)

These helpers on the winter brassicas eating eggs and hatchling caterpillars.

The hill behind us is Monte Lupino, Lupin Hill no less.