My feet were cold in my wellies, my fingers were cold in my gloves, but…..
My life seems to be a series of deadlines. School runs, lessons to get to, and today appointments with the dentist and the hairdresser added to the mix.
Whilst I was digging at the allotment in between all this the song by Passenger ‘Let her go’ came to mind. I might bemoan the constant rush that defines my days now – but once upon a time I longed to be busier. I may no longer be able to spend as long doing the things I want – at the same time, I am grateful to have little current experience of being at a loose end.
All the same, in spite of the cold and the damp and the general gloom, I was absorbed in my new project at Wonder World: clearing the ground in the middle section of the plot. Having seen what birds can do to unsuspecting cabbages
I am planning to grow my next lot under cover.
I have a three metre net tunnel, destined for the central aisle of the allotment. But I want to grow vegetables under it, not weeds. So, there I was, digging up a spadeful of ground, pulling out the roots, digging up a spadeful of roots, pulling out the roots, checking the time and taking my spade up again. Racing against the clock – how many more spadefuls before I really had to get in the car?
I just made it to the hairdresser’s on time as well 😉
© Helen Butt, March 2014