The first of May saw a bumper cutting of rocket and muddy hands. Our first major day on the allotment for almost two weeks. The coldframe/raised bed was bursting with greenery and elsewhere were signs of spring weeds and a wilderness of dandelions. We spent a fair bit of our time on our knees weeding and deciding what was a weed or what was a seedling! No major mistakes as last year when we weeded all but five of the parsnips.
We also planted the second early potatoes (Nicola). Not holding out much hope for these as they got damp and mouldy in a plastic bag on the kitchen floor...
Elsewhere on the allotment: Fordism has taken hold on the upper slopes. There is an abundance of newies digging, sieving and planting. It's all very scary as it seems, almost in blink, a new regime has emerged. It almost feels like there's a race on; a competition to do better than your neighbour. Only a small strip separates these neat, well-sieved plots. I'm waiting for a shout ' get off my land!'. You may see a jealous tone in my writing but no, its just a yearning for the blackerry bush days of wilderness on the upper slopes.