Monday 21 June 2010

Evening at the allotment

My allotment is truly the thing that keeps me sane. The ability to escape there after a busy and fraught day at work is priceless. I can get on with the growing, sowing, weeding etc with just the birdsong for company and the occasional cheery hello as another plotholder passes. I know there's waiting lists to the moon and back all over the place at the moment but if you can't get a plot in the forseeable future grow something, anything in pots. I guarantee the feeling of wellbeing it gives you is worth any amount of ranting about the slugs. Just look what you could be eating. Nom nom nom...

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  1. As you know I so agree with you Ruth. I came to growing my own quite late in life and I so love the feeling of picking my own veg. Roll on the first tomato

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  2. You have by chance hit on one of the things I seem to have no luck at. Blight the first couple of years; not sure what their excuse was last year. I must admit to not having bothered this year but I might pick up a couple of plants and try again. Fingers x-ed!

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