um, what lawn?
The story of our poor neglected plot is old news now but when my niece Kim, who’s over from Germany, asked if she could make her annual visit to the allotment I could hardly refuse. I warned her that there’d be next to nothing to pick and that a little lawn care might be needed if she actually wanted to sit down!
”yeh, no problem” she shrugged non-chalantly before adding with a broad smile
”I know, I’ll look after Euan while you do the work!”
As Kim stepped from the car she stared open mouthed. ”Are you crazy Aunty Nic?”
‘‘What?” I asked innocently, ”I’ll just get my shears out and we’ll have our lovely little patch of lawn back before you know it”.
Kim sighed, ”you really are crazy? I think I’ll just sit here on the chair”.
And so she did and entertained E while I sheared rapidly around them, like the crazy Aunty I am, in a vain attempt to out run the rain cloud coming our way. It didn’t work and within minutes we were running back to the car for shelter. Not before I insisted on snapping them sitting on my naff, prickly patch of lawn and dashing about to harvest a meagre 4 runner beans and 18 raspberries!
It was a rather sad and sorry harvest so no photographic evidence for you to mock (you wouldn’t would you dear reader?) Instead here’s a reposting of last year’s rather fine harvest gathered by Tom and Kim while George prepared a BBQ for us to enjoy in our once-lovely little picnic area.
Entry filed under: allotment tales.