Things are growing

8 May 2008

We’ve had a beautiful few days here. The kind where I get dressed in the morning for my office on the cold side of the house, only to go outside to do an errand and nearly pass out in the heat – and then come the evening I need to change my clothes as the sun comes round to shine a last few rays on my side of the house. The kind where I have to stumble about with my watering can quenching the thirst of my newly flourishing vegetable patch. As of this morning the garlic are looking robust, two potatoes have emerged, lots of onions are sprouting, a couple of broad beans have come to light … and there is no sign of the carrots as yet. On the other hand the weeds along the edge of the patch are thriving beautifully.

I popped up to London yesterday to see my consultant. All is well as this tiny dose of medication I’m on seems to have sorted me out (touch wood) (hello, superstition that grew during my hospital stay 8 years ago). I don’t need another checkup until next year now. Mum and I took the train up from Sevenoaks and as we went up the slope into the station I spied an uneaten apple, abandoned on the wall. Poor apple, I thought, just think what fun it would have with all the other fruits and vegetables in my compost bin. But I left it there on the wall. I know how you all like to judge and mock me for my passion for my ABILITY TO MAKE SOIL OUT OF FOOD AND GRASS AND STUFF, so I left it there. And picked it up on my way back.