18 March 2005

ESP

I know what you’re thinking.

Well, obviously, I don’t actually know what you’re thinking. I do not have electronic mind-reading abilities, that would be a bit spooky. I am not Derren Brown (and he really is a bit spooky). But I suspect that those of you who are regular visitors (that would be me then!) are wondering what has happened to the allotment in this blog. Given that my little patch of land is the very raison-d’etre of Pumpkin Soup, it has been notably absent for some time now. Trust me, there are good reasons for this.

First, we’ve had visitors. No I’m not being euphemistic, this has got nothing to do with menstruation. We actually had guests. And they required entertainment. No room for veg talk with them around, even if I did bore them stupid with ‘tales from the wormery’.

Second, I did something to my neck which made it very difficult to look up or to the left. Nodding or shaking my head was a big no-no. And looking both ways before crossing the road was also very difficult. I had to turn my whole body instead or risk breaking the Green Cross Code. So digging was really not an option.

But all of that is about to change as I’m having some acupuncture today. I’ve never done it before so I am a bit nervous, but needles don’t worry me and I’m hopeful that I’ll be back tilling the soil at the weekend. Yay! Which is just as well as I really need to make ready for my seed potatoes and onion sets. And parsnips and carrots and more peas and broad beans and so on and so on.

Sometime soon, gentle reader, you’ll be sick to death of hearing about the bloody allotment and will wish for the heady days of my soap-boxing about language or green burials or landfill just to escape from the minutiae of germination and propogation. Go on, indulge yourself. Browse through the (not-so-extensive) archive and enjoy the plant-free waffle while you can.

Filed under: Fallow — Clare @ 11:41 am