Week 3: Personal Rain Cloud.

This week was one for the soul. Feeling a little despondent over the gray, dull weather.... and generally feeling a little S.A.D., digging, pruning and the open air was to be our prescribed medication. The repetitive actions and therapeutic backdrops of nature were exactly what we needed, and more thankfully what our plot needed.

Giving the first section of 9'x18' a good going over, Tom and I split the work load. Getting rid of all turf and weeds, double digging and then a general 'fiddling' means we are almost ready with bed number one for a planting of early potatoes!! This target of 'first to be planted' has excited and encouraged us to go a little further in our plans for the coming weeks, and shortened initial time frames for jobs.

I then pruned 2 established plum trees that we inherited with the site. I say 'pruned', though I wouldn't be surprised if 'butchered', 'massacred' and eventually 'killed' become more accurate. Though in the golden sunlight of today, the plums looked glorious, and were surrounded by a halo of gleaming daffodils that lift the spirits stupendously.

I keep looking at the photos of the daffodils and they remind me that even in dull days, if they can lift their heads and shine radiantly then why cant I.

'Mr. Middleton say's 'Plum trees do not like the knife, which causes bleeding and gumming. The less you prune them the better."'


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Dean