|Henry being uncharacteristically chivalrous|
|Maud gets carried around...a lot|
|Spot the spuds|
...and then out with the hens and in with the brussels sprouts and carrots :-)
They're under their cloches for their own protection from both cabbage white butterflies (which are currently demolishing my verbascums) and the chickens, but they are there and will hopefully provide us with some ruby red sprouts later in the autumn.