Earlier this summer I jumped at the invitation to visit a friend’s community allotment open day.
The sunny slope was like an intricate patchwork quilt.
Colourful annuals were embroidered between rows of neatly weeded leeks.
Lolling cardoons danced around a chic scarecrow-ess, while abandoned courgettes, with their heavily swollen bellies, eyed the vigour of neighbouring climbing beans.
There were favourite nooks for private thoughts,
blue water butts hugging precious rainfall,
lots of little sheds full of treasured garden tools,
and contentment written on absolutely everyone’s face!
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