Each passing week sees such a transformation in this space. It is literally a live thing growing before our very eyes.
This week, some notes::
:: My husband spends all the time that we're there tending the potatoes. His patch is free from weeds and the potatoes look like they're on steroids. Conclusion? He should do the whole allotment.
:: The little bit of wood chip we've put down is already amazing me. Weeds are easy to remove and the moisture content has been improved. Little by little we're filling it up.
:: Actually, it is the boys who have done all the wood chip hauling. Using the wheelbarrow and spade they fill it up and walk all way back to our plot over and over until they can no longer stand the pain.
:: It takes every single one of us to make this work.
:: Tomatoes hopefully ready to go in next week. We're leaving it late. I'm worried I've left it too late.
:: If you want to grow brassicas you really do need netting. Butterflies are not scared of bird scarers... who knew?
:: What level of hell was clay created in? Dear Lord above. Enough. Please.
:: Playing with the idea of making a strawberry pyramid from old tyres. I don't really want old tyres, because it will make the place look like a dump - more than it does already - so paint might be involved.
:: As with everything we do you can't look at the mountain ahead but must concentrate on each step as it comes if you want to finish this race. Persistence is the key.
:: When spirits are low, blurting out "Rome wasn't built in a day" at intermittent intervals stops people throwing the trowel in. Until pain sets in, then people start mumbling under their breath about how they don't even rate Rome as a particularly good place, and what did the Romans ever do for us, and who the hell wants to live in Rome anyway. Which gets a bit Monty Python. At that point, it's time to go home.
How is your garden growing?
