The veg patch!
Why is it that 3 such words, strike the fear god in any wannabe
veg grower with the man (or woman not to genderist) against nature apocalypse
that seems to just be around the every corner.
Always thinking & hoping that next year will be the one
when the balance of power shifts to your side!
I started this year with just such a positive feeling, that this was the year when I would concur
and this veg patch would be tamed a gladiatorial battle with spade and
rake in hand ……
I weeded, raked, planted & sowed in a fevered commitment
that any motivation coach would have been proud of. I waited, it was the beginning of the year a time when everything is waiting in the
starting blocks for spring to start, with very little rain and lots of sun, still things didn’t really get
going. I tended well during this time
and felt quietly confident that my mission was on course ……
Then the rain came & lots of it for days at a time, our sheep started to lamb, this year’s lambing
went on for 6 weeks (another
story about a lazy ram to come). Time
wise lambing is an all-consuming adventure in itself, this being so, I turned my
back on our patch and tended our small flock .
During this time the balance of power shifted and my little
patch of home grown delights with its well tendered borders, and neat lines of
promise turned into war torn trenches, now it looks more like an Amazonian
forest and in no way resembles any sort of
horticultural achievement
Aw well there’s always next year!
