Yes, we’re still here. I’m afraid the will to write declined somewhat over the winter. I could try and claim I am afflicted with Seasonal Affective Disorder or some other such tosh but basically there’s not that much to write about. It’s the time of year where, in the gardening columns in the newspapers, they start talking about how to look after house plants and browsing through the seed catalogues in front of the fire.
Nor, frankly, does it seem to me that describing what one does at an allotment in the winter would be likely to inspire anyone to volunteer to come down. If you were just reading this in order to fulfill your need for schadenfreude, on the other hand…. ‘Went to allotment, cold. Pulled up weeds, cleared paths, replaced wood chip, did some more weeding. Sat in polytunnel shivering and drinking tea.’
Anyway, winter is over, assuming (fingers crossed) that there is no Beast from the East waiting to make it’s presence felt this year, and today was glorious and blog inspiring. The bees are out and about, the orchard is full of Primroses, fruit trees are blossoming and, since it’s nearly Easter, Linda’s magnificent buns made a reappearance. So instead of sitting in the polytunnel shivering we sat outside in the sun drinking tea, eating Hot Cross buns and looking forward to the summer.
Tea Party on Easter Monday. Might provide some material.