allotment visits now we are 3
Sunday was a very special day, not least because it was my first Mothering Sunday, but because we made our maiden visit to the allotment as a family of 3. We intended to just look, sigh heavily at the mass of weeds and ponder what to grow this year with minimal effort and maximum cropping. But when have we ever been able to just look and walk away?
When I say ‘we‘ of course, on that particular day, I mean dear G who cut back the raspberry canes for me when it became apparent that 2 months is still not enough time for my body to cope with gardening tasks. What greater gift could a new Mum want on her first Mothers Day than some muscle for her beloved allotment – beats chocolates or flowers!