Most of us spend our days earning an honest crust. Time is short, and when much of it is spent working the professional treadmill, finding that precious moment to potter on the plot or meander through the garden can, at times, become a challenge.
But I urge you all, if there is an opportunity, even for only five minutes, get outside and breathe it all in. At this time of year, there is a real energy in the air and no two days are the same. Flowers are starting to bloom and vegetables are eagerly growing. The temperature is on the up, birds are singing and sweet scents from floral favourites are filling our noses.
Last year, we had so many gluts that I made a solemn oath to Agent Soph to tame my growing addiction. But it’s so difficult. A gardener has needs. He craves his horticultural fix. I always think ‘just sowing a few extra seeds won’t hurt’. You know, in case some don’t grow or the slugs and birds run amock once they’re planted out. But I know it’s all a subconscious ruse.
On the other side of the polytunnel I plan to plant up tomatoes, however, they’re not quite ready yet. Just as well, as currently this side seems to represent a small nursery of plants that are waiting to be planted out into the allotment. And with the warming air, they’ve really taken off.
But for now, they’ll have to wait. Why? Time. I need to prep a few of the beds, and there isn’t enough time in the day to get them ready. If only there was a way to take time out during the week to spend on the plot..hmmm?