leads me to the allotment
two years neglected
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.