Daydream Believer

Coming up to a year on the allotment now. Ah, they were good times clearing it last summer! Things were simpler then; there were only 3 jobs: cutting, slashing and hacking. The smell of the undergrowth was brilliant; an antidote to concrete and tarmac.

Life's more complicated now. The jobs have multiplied and the weeds are creeping back with the summer, but I wouldn't go back. Looking at some photos from last year the other day, I realised how far we've come already.

I can hardly believe what comes out of a little seed planted in the ground. Broad Beans. Potatoes. Tomatoes. And the greenhouse is looking magnificent.