harvest
It's not been a great summer in the allotment. At least this year I have a legitimate excuse. I did manage to dig over parts of it last autumn, but had to stop at 7 months pregnant due to dodgy hips. And of course this year I've had a baby to contend with. I had a naive idea that I would be pottering around up there with Betty happily rolling around on a blanket. I didn't think about the ants, the scorching sun, the fact that as soon I was elbow deep in mud she'd need a feed. Everything is a bit parched and wind blown. Still, I nipped up today for an hour of tidying, and picked a bit for dinner. LOADS of cucumbers; Betty's favourite.
It's not been a great summer in the allotment. At least this year I have a legitimate excuse. I did manage to dig over parts of it last autumn, but had to stop at 7 months pregnant due to dodgy hips. And of course this year I've had a baby to contend with. I had a naive idea that I would be pottering around up there with Betty happily rolling around on a blanket. I didn't think about the ants, the scorching sun, the fact that as soon I was elbow deep in mud she'd need a feed. Everything is a bit parched and wind blown. Still, I nipped up today for an hour of tidying, and picked a bit for dinner. LOADS of cucumbers; Betty's favourite.
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