A very quick post today, because I didn’t have time to write during the day and I’m very tired – 4;45 wake up is just too early.
But it’s been such a good day. Glorious weather, and the freedom to spend most of the day on the allotment. The allotment is surely one of the greatest compensations for all the things we’re not able to do right now, and I treasure every moment I’m able to spend there. Today I earthed up the remaining potato bed (did the other one yesterday), did lots and lots of weeding and an equal amount of watering (maybe an additional couple of ‘lots’ to add in there), and tidied everywhere up. I now just have three more areas to tackle, and I will have the plot looking how I want it.
And the icing on the cake was that Malcolm was able to find time to finish the last bit of the staging in the Potting Palace. If you don’t have an allotment or similar, you’ll likely thing I’m making a song and dance over nothing, but I assure you it’s not nothing. One thing I’ve realised recently is that whenever I’m tempted to think I don’t have enough space on the allotment, what I really need to be doing is figuring out how to squeeze more out of the space I do have. And gradually, bit by bit, that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Apart from the shed itself, which was my 60th birthday present, every single thing in there is repurposed or reused from somewhere else. There’s a cupboard that was a bathroom cabinet being thrown out by someone. Bits of wood scavenged from skips. The work top Malcolm made me is off-cuts of garden decking from someone else’s garden. The hooks to hang the gardening tools were bought at least 20 years ago on a visit to Denmark, and have previously been used for at least 3 different things. There’s a table and chairs someone else didn’t want any more. A vegetable rack we used more than 30 years ago now holds my collection of plant pots. Etc etc.
Of course there are lots of things I didn’t get round to doing today. I realised halfway through the afternoon that it’s Friday – I had overlooked sending out my Friday Night Culture email. But no worry about that, because I got emails from two friends both suggesting things I hadn’t thought of.
I didn’t get round to replying to several emails and messages that I wrote replies to in my head (but not on my screen). Generally speaking the ‘in my head’ replies are less effective.
I didn’t get round to making any more face coverings.
I didn’t get round to all sorts of things.
But I did have a lovely home grown supper of salad and omelettes with Malcolm (our first salad picking of the year); and I did bake two good loaves of bread.
So it really was a good day. And now it’s the weekend.
I hope you’re well (I heard today of two good friends who are still recovering from the virus – thankfully recovering, but very slowly), and I’ll see you tomorrow xx
Stay home. Stay safe. (You have my permission to skip the ‘alert’ bit. Heaven knows what that’s all about).