I am really missing my early morning stints up at the allotment during the weekends. I mean really. Weekends are busier than the week in many ways for me. The result? Allotment neglect. And Me neglect.
I did manage to get up there for an hour or so the other day, in between obligations, children and rain. At the risk of being a lightweight I can't go up there in the rain. The claggy clay is impossible to work and there is no shed.
While there I picked my one and only pumpkin. It had gone orange. Hooray! It had started to be eaten. Boo. I also managed to harvest carrots, courgettes and a few dahlias. All of that was a nice surprise.
I also made another discovery - I really dislike clearing veggie beds at the end of the season. No, really. I don't mind weeding or anything else but that. Still, it had to be done. I managed to spread some black gold and then planted onions and garlic. I only had time for two rows of each but it's a start.
It's half-term this week. I would love to get up there but I rate my chances as.....slim. Like all gardeners though, I have hope running through my veins.
