In all the chaos of the past two weeks, I have, in rare the few quiet moments, found myself daydreaming about being at the allotment. It has brought home to me how big a part it plays in our lives. Strange though it is to think, there was a time when we didn’t have an allotment and the mere thought of being responsible for keeping any type of plant alive was laughable!
It’s not just the friends or the time outdoors I miss. But the routine of going down for a couple of hours each day. Chatting to the chickens, doing some weeding and talking with others is such a wonderful tonic to the stresses and strains of life. Even in the winter, when I confess, I find it hard to go out knowing I will get drowned, I love it when I am there. So as the nights draw in and work gets ever busier, you will find me sheltering in the shed or a chicken coop with a happy smile on my face.
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