It’s May. The month us gardeners seem to pin our hope’s on. The last frosts (for me anyway) the warmer temperature. The sunny days and the promise of more to come. It’s also my birthday month and so as I grow another year older, I will forget the numbers and embrace the green shoots and early radishes instead. Continue reading “Allotment jobs for May”
I have a terrible memory.
One of the frustratingly common examples of this happens when I walk into the supermarket and forget the reasons for being there.