It’s taken many false starts to get writing again but I think I’ve finally cracked it!
Just as we embarked on raised bed gardening, as if meant to be, we were gifted two large wooden raised beds from a lovely allotment neighbour.
There’s something about home-grown, though, that puts people off – sometimes it can be a bit, well, manky!
The past few weeks have been incredibly difficult. A visit to Justin’s favourite spot in Wales to spread his ashes, accompanied by a chest infection had me feeling pretty low. I am so thankful for all that joined us there, again, holding us up when we were struggling. Back in action again at the allotment…
Grief is a very dark place full of memories of what has been and dashed hopes of what would be…
December is a super busy month and getting to the allotment can be a challenge. Our key to progress is little and often. These are our most pressing tasks:
We were doing so well the kids’ vaccinations were imminent, and we were breezing into the Autumn months with plans of sowing our onions and garlic at the weekend. Boom, COVID hits our household like a tonne of bricks, likely caught at school.