Well here she is, my beautiful allotment. She may not look much at the moment and to be honest by the time we'd finished digging last night she looked even worse, all mud and no green, but with a bit of imagination, hard work and good weather we'll get her looking lovely, lush and verdant in no time.
The weather was perfect at the weekend, really sunny with blue skys and great sunsets. It was admittedly freezing but after half an hours digging the layers were coming off and the coldness was appreciated. We got about two thirds dug, roots removed and rubbish cleared. It was great spending the weekend outdoors, felt completely shattered but totally invigorated, and we all got a bit of colour back in our cheeks! I'd forgotten how satisfying tierdness can be when the day has been spent doing some good honest hard graft. I just love it! I'd also forgotten my love of mud, the smell of it brought back memories of childhood, mudpies, pet worms, dirty fingernails and potting seedlings (dibbing or was it dobbing) in our old shed. It's become more than apparent that this is all meant to be, I feel I've found the missing link, a purpose. So happy am I to be covered in mud!