Some good comes of it


Social distancing

leads me to the allotment

two years neglected


by Scooj


Following the deaths of my father and father-in-law over the last two springs and all the ensuing emotional and practical baggage (plus a smattering of unhelpful weather), it has been almost two years since I went to my allotment. Somehow I’ve not yet been kicked off.

I visited it yesterday and I have my work cut out for me this spring (if allowed to go there) it is covered on grass and brambles. My son has volunteered to help me get it sorted, because he needs distractions from the probable boredom ahead. It felt good to see it again, and I got all my seeds out today to prepare for a new season.

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I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

6 thoughts on “Some good comes of it”

  1. There’s always a rainbow to see if look long enough through the grey clouds.
    Now is the time for communing with the soil and making fertile what has become infested with weeds and brambles.
    Once you get stuck in it can be so very good for the soul, mind and body.
    I used to run a gardening team many years ago and still have the only garden in my street.
    Go For It 👌🏼👊🏼

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