Mum's 93 & ended up in hospital & the stress of that & looking after her put posting here & elsewhere out of my mind....
Here's a poem see what you think:
My Allotment
In the early morning light I rise,
And head out to my plot, eager eyes,
To check on all my tiny seeds,
And see what progress my hard work feeds.
Each bed I tend with thoughtful care,
Pull slugs and weeds from here and there,
I water and I watch them grow,
These plants that soon will thrive and glow.
My allotment, small patch of land,
Is where I put my heart and hand,
To grow some food, some flowers too,
And spend some time in nature's view.
It's here I find my peace and calm,
Revel in the sweet, green balm,
Of plants that rise towards the sky,
And share their beauty with my eye.
So here's to my allotment plot,
This patch of land that I have got,
May it flourish and may it be,
A source of joy and food for me.
PS watch the wind with the tunnel. Ours although anchored well the bars going up and over bent inwards and we had to brace them inside.