1. I enjoy tonguing an interesting memory and recall a funny detail I hadn’t thought about for quite some time.
2. John and I bump into each other when he’s on the way back from the barbers and I’m on the way to the allotment. We end our conversation with a sincere handshake.
3a. Mr Blackbird, our resident feathered friend, sees I’m digging. He has a bath in the upturned lid of the next plot’s waterbutt while he waits for me to finish: he’ll clear the bed of worms while I’m doing something else.
3b. The back bed has better soil than I’d thought so I take the opportunity to sow two rows of purple carrots in between where my bean frame will stand.
3c. I fill the last of the bed space (and greenhouse space) at the second plot. From here on in, it’s just weeding, pest control, and harvesting.
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