I managed another couple of hours at the plot this morning. Armed with my trusty strimmer, I tackled some overgrown areas (there were lots to choose from). As usual, some patches proved particularly stubborn, with thick weeds and nettles that required the extra muscle of my pruning shears! It’s hard work, but I can see…
The first steps will be to tackle the overgrowth and bring the allotment back to its former glory, or maybe even better than before! I’ll share the ups and downs, the progress, and the joy of reclaiming the plot.
It’s taken many false starts to get writing again but I think I’ve finally cracked it!
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…