My best mate Ali lives in Bristol, and when he pops over for a visit he often jokes that he knows he’s entered Wales when he’s met by a band of rain.
There are many things I’ve learned since ‘finding’ gardening.
Of most significance is how in tune with the environment I’ve become. Detecting both the slow intimate changes, and the explosion of them when they takes place.
Where has the spring been?
After the snows of March, the rains that followed and for me, a brief but beautiful holiday in the sun, I’ve felt behind in my plans and activities on the allotment garden.
Hands up if you read magazines?
*Me! Me! Me!*
I subscribe to a number of gardening magazines and I enjoy reading them. They provide some great advice, tips and plenty of inspiration for my allotment garden and for the topics I write about on the blog. Continue reading “Allotment gardening and harvesting reality – #MyRealView”
On the evening of Thursday 11 May, I stood in my kitchen with the lights out. I sipped a cold beer and watched the rain pour down onto the garden. It was beautiful. Continue reading “Diary update: May and the must have rain”
After a relaxed start to the day (I stayed in my PJs until noon!), it was time to visit the allotment. I was surprised how spring-like it was outside. Continue reading “Ready for Spring”
The experience on the allotment this winter has been very different compared to last year.
The weather has been relatively kind which has helped, but what’s paid off is the work I carried out on the allotment following the waterlogging 12 months ago.
Saturday 26 November 2016
There’s an excitement that stirs inside me at the surprise appearance of a mountain of manure. It’s an emotion, I admit, I would not have had before I owned an allotment. Continue reading “Diary: Children digging, having dung”
Sunday 20 November 2016
The heavy rain and strong winds of Storm Angus woke me at 2.30am and I lay there in the dark expecting to hear the crash of some kind of structural damage. Thankfully, it never came. Continue reading “Diary: Muddy Puddles”