Slow allotment gardening in the life of a busy family
Sunday, 26 July 2009
And then it rained. And rained again. The black finger coming out of the middle of the cloud is pointing down at our plot, just over the hill from this adjacent allotment site. We haven't been to the plot all week: with a combination of torrential downpours and my daughter's French exchange partner visiting just now, we've grabbed the chance of any good weather to get out and about in town and further afield. Mushy strawberries will be awaiting us, I'm sure. But I'm not stressed about it. We're enjoying what we're doing just now, and the one thing we said when we took the plot on was that we weren't going to let it become a millstone rather than an enjoyment.
In the meantime, the build-a-ball frame kit has arrived, much more quickly than promised. It feels good to be armed against the pigeons.