A Reflective Wheelbarrow
Nasturtiums in November
November is a mournful month, with dark storms and heavy skies, lawns littered with leaves waiting for the worms to draw them down in the wet, wet soil or for winds to swirl them away into the bravely flowering nasturtiums.
Lottie's Leeks
The leeks love the endless rain, begging for more , when most of us are brain washed and rain bashed, as the cold downpours numb any rational thought and fill Lottie’s workhorse wheelbarrow with reflective water.
Late for the party Raspberries
The last of the raspberries, later even than my blog. Raspberries that sadly never arrived at the party, those that sorrowfully came but were never picked up and those that surprisingly came too late, when no one was left to be tempted by their tender tastes.
Smiling Marigold
The marigolds smile foolishly like a fading torch in the night, not knowing that the birds and the bees are far away in the spring, while the holly and the ivy- oh so sensibly- prepare for Christmas, knowing that there are only 30 more shopping days left.
Golden Asparagus
The Asparagus is going in a golden glory, soon to retreat into the soil. It is a tactical retreat- not a practical defeat- realising that when the spring offensive will comes, it will stand proud and erect with its green exotic fonds held high once more.
Horse Manure
Its time to turn and turn again the well rotted manure, generously donated to allotments in need by the real workhorses. Horses who earn their oats by carrying the little Kaitlyns and Katherines with their pre-teenage friends around the farm, who are burdened by their hopes, fears and fantasies for the future.
Call it what you will, horse shit it is, Lottie has seen it before and loves it.
Leaves into life.
Now is not the time for the fair-weather gardeners that come to the allotment in May for instant pleasure and strangely find that they get no satisfaction, even though they try and they try and they try.
We need to dig deep now, fertilise the soil, compost organic waste, prune the trees and turn the leaves to golden mould –knowing we are turning the page to the future by being faithful, constant gardeners for all seasons.
For Brighton’s Constant Gardeners see
PS I am not a constant blogger despite my promises,colds and commitments have come between us, but I will try to make a blog entry once a fortnight. Is that satisfactory?
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