No, not a metaphor for my life (or if it is then that’s a story for another time), but unfortunately a fair description of my recent ‘leisure’ time. With daylight now extending past nine, I’ve spent several evenings in the last week ‘popping’ up to the allotment after the kids are in bed to try and catch up and get some more beds ready for the seedlings that should already be planted.
27 May 2011 | 2 Comments
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The sunshine in the last couple of weeks has been fantastic in Bristol, so much so that we took the previous weekend off digging because we were too busy sunning ourselves. Whoops. To make up I took Friday morning off, and me, my wife and my youngest Theo spent the morning working on more dandelions. We got another chunk clear, but I estimate we're still going to need another ten hours digging and path building before we've cleared the space for our six bed rotation. . . and with the first of our broad beans hardening off and our potatoes chitting merrily, we're going to have to get a move on. Hopefully with the clock's going forward at the weekend we can sneak off in a couple of evenings to catch up a bit.
28 March 2011 | 1 Comments
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I’d heard before we took on the allotment that it could be good for the soul; apparently all that digging and fresh air can do wonders for one's inner karmic zen (or whatever). I’m not sure how my inner karma is doing so far, but on Sunday, as I peeled back one of the black winter covers, I was certainly in need of some zen. I was expecting a strip of beautifully clear earth; I was confronted by my very own seed bed of dandelions.
15 March 2011 | 3 Comments
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