Allotment blues

Helen Young

I’ve been sitting looking out my window at a waterlogged garden, thinking about how much I ought to be getting on with and how much I don’t fancy going out there and getting on with it.

The allotment is even worse. I haven’t been down for a few days and I know that when I get there I will be faced with a weed-laden mud bath which requires urgent attention. Maybe tomorrow.


This is what it’s supposed to look like

After the initial enthusiasm of early summer when I took the plot on, I confess I’ve let it slip a bit. Now that the crops are over and I should be down there digging it over and preparing beds for next year, I just can’t be assed. I will regret it later, mind, when the weeds have really taken hold and I’ve a mammoth task in front of me to virtually re-clear the whole site again.

But that’s the trouble with projects like an allotment. You can’t just dip in and out of it when you choose. It’s not like having a hobby such as stamp collecting or painting which you pick up as the mood takes you. No, having an allotment is a commitment. And right now, it’s a bloody annoying one.


Just like a puppy, allotments are big responsibilities

My recent inaction has meant that I’ve missed the opportunity to put in crops such as winter cabbages and the only things that I should be thinking of planting at the moment apparently are garlic, onions and shallots. Now I like all of these and so I really ought to take myself off to the nearest garden centre to buy some. But it’s peeing down outside and I really haven’t got the enthusiasm.

I’ve realised that I’m a fine weather allotmenteer (there’s no such word, but it sounds good). All the time the sun was shining back and May and June I was quite happy to potter down there, my shirt off, soaking up the sun and looking forward to harvesting my lettuces, spinach, beans etc. That done, I’m now bored and don’t fancy squelching about in the mud on a cold December day.


This is what it’s like for Chas at the moment

The mood will pass, I know, and I’ll get back down there eventually. But for now, just staring out the window is a more appealing prospect.

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