We finally made it to the allotment. Two weeks in a row!
I think I definitely deserve a high-five for that. The first time, a fortnight ago, was a no-matter-what-the-weather trip, and I was delighted that it was such a beautiful, sunny day and warm. A good day to be out toiling in nature. And last Sunday was just amazing!
I can tell you one thing for free, if you are a hay fever sufferer, which I am, then take a nose bag. And I don’t mean a horse nose bag, I mean a catch the drips type nose bag.
The first weekend wasn’t that bad, probably because the weeds hadn’t grown very big. But on Sunday…at one stage I had my foot on the nettles as I hacked at them with a spade, and all I could see were clouds of pollen floating gently towards me each time I hacked at the roots. I think I sneezed a billion times.
My sister and my nieces and nephew joined us last week, then it was just Krys, Roz and I on Sunday. I cannot recommend enough, the feeling one gets when you concentrate on one thing at a time.
“I’ll just dig this square and stop when it’s done/ I’ll clear these weeds and put them in a pile there/ I’ll clear this patch of stones for the next 30 minutes”. There’s a sense of serenity and oneness with the land that’s just so satisfying.
This Sunday I was far too busy and sneezy to take pictures, and my pleading with Roz that she take some didn’t work, so all the pictures you see were taken a fortnight ago by my 4-year-old daughter from another mother. Isn’t she just brilliant?
My mother would probably have to read that last sentence a few times and check to make sure I wrote it.
I HATED gardening in my teens. HATED it with only the passion that teenagers can exhibit.
I can honestly say that I now thoroughly enjoy it.