Sunday, 8 May 2016
Down at the plot
We had an allotment day yesterday. I lugged three trays of flowers down to plant along with one tray of sprouts, the children and a bagful of food. The middle boy cooked lunch of rice and veggie sausages on his Trangia and then they disappeared into the wild to wave sticks around and get covered in mud.
I spent the whole time weeding and digging over an area to plant the sprouts. It took almost the whole time I was there, so I ended up bringing the flowers back again. Frustrating - allotment things always take a bit longer than I think they will.
There are quite a few plots down there now that are absolutely immaculate. It's brilliant to see, I love to have a wander and admire the beautiful weed-free earth around the fruit trees and neat rows of seedlings.
It was quite lovely down there in the late spring warmth. Everything was flowering - a neighbouring quince tree, strawberries, blackcurrants and most of the many apple trees on the site. The bees were out and about enjoying the balmy air and taking their pick of blossom.
We left just as it started raining. I absolutely love when it starts raining just as I've finished gardening. It's so satisfying to see everything being watered.
I was in a bit of a state by the time I'd done a few chores around town and got everyone home though. I'm not sure why, but every time I go to the allotment I end up with a horrible headache. Yesterday's was the worst yet. It's really frustrating because it blights the rest of the day. I expect to be tired, but the headaches are verging on migraine at times. I think maybe it's a combination of the bright light, although it seems to happen even with sunglasses, getting hot and maybe not drinking enough. I don't get it in the garden, only down at the plot.
Anyway, I have plans to stay at home this afternoon. They probably won't go down well, but it would be a pleasure to do some home chores and not be in a constant rush trying to fit everything in. I'll let you know if I manage it. Wishing you a good Sunday. CJ xx