This is how I spent yesterday afternoon – an impromptu, but much appreciated, seed starting session. To be honest, I didn’t really know whether or not I was going to keep the allotment this year – but plodding along, persisting and stubborn, and here we are – at the beginning of another growing year. And I seem to be starting seeds off; I seem to have made plans for extra allotment space, and I seem to have got lists of arborists ready to call. Maybe I’ll get the seeds in the ground and maybe they’ll grow and maybe after all this I will get some onions to cook and call it a going concern. It doesn’t matter; the process of working in the dirt, planting the seed and watching it grow, if at all – well, honestly, it’s the best medicine you could have.
Zoned out and tired through in a happy, not thinking-too-much about anything kind of way I feel as though I am productive. And then I get to watch the fireworks when those little seeds decide to work their magic.
I don’t even mind giving up my living space to make room for these new babies. They are totally worth it.