Chasing the Sun

Like many of us who work, when autumn comes round and the days start getting shorter, getting to the allotment before dusk gets more and more challenging.

And, unfortunately for me, by the time I get home, the sun has already headed west for the night, leaving me frustrated and holding my trowel alone in the darkness. Of course there are still the weekends, where we can garden at our leisure, but with the talons of winter taking hold, we need to get to the allotment to check, protect and harvest those tender crops. So what is a gardener to do?

Mornings! That’s right, I’m up with the lark and over to the plot before the milkman has done his rounds. Then it’s back home, making ready for the day before heading off to work.

And here’s where I’m going to let you into a little secret, it’s a wonderful time of the day to visit your plot. No one’s around, the air is crisp and nature’s thriving. From the light-fingered squirrels digging up the garlic bed, to the frisky foxes running amock over the beds. There’s a party going on over the allotment and us gardeners haven’t been invited. Morning

So if you don’t mind giving up the warmth of your beds and embracing a chilly morning, I promise you it’s worth the effort. You may not get much done, but it’s guarenteed to fuel your soul for the day. AdeSignature

Fox on a Cold Tin Roof

Last weekend was an unusual one for me.  For the first time in a long while, I was ‘home alone’ as Soph was visiting family for the weekend.  Also, it was an opportunity to lock myself away and study for the first of my RHS exams.  No venturing out into the garden for a snowdrop inspection and definitely no mad dash to the allotment and freedom!  I need to pass this exam so it was head down and revise, revise, REVISE!  From chitting to mulching to primary cultivation, nothing was going to escape this student.  My focus was absolute.

Coffee made, heating on and desk piled high with relevant reading material, I began revising, trying not to get too confused by the Latin names mocking me with their fancy pronunciations… Damn you, Latin, with your bewildering ways! I’m sure studying wizardry at Hogwarts would be easier.

An hour into my studying and my mind starts wandering. Coffee gone, that’s OK, I don’t need further refreshment…  hmmm.. my Star Wars figures look lonely on that shelf… maybe I should play with them, just for ten minutes…No! Vader’s downfall can wait… Hmm, Helena Bonham Carter’s pretty… STOP! Concentrate, will you?! Must learn, must pass exam, must prove to Titchmarsh I’m the new kid on the plot!

Just as I’m about to turn back to my textbook, something out of the window catches my eye. Standing proud on a neighbour’s tin roof without a care in the world, is a handsome, furry dandy.flop

A fox on a cold tin roof; not something you see everyday. I decide this is  an acceptable distraction and a prime photo opportunity.

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Several photos and a freshly brewed coffee later I resume my studies, but then it dawns on me.. ‘It’s a sign!’  The world of horticulture has sent me a sign.  It was speaking to me through the power of the Parkour-loving fox.  He was telling me something, something important.

‘Stop fannying around and revise, you lazy bugger!’ AdeSignature