The snow has well and truly arrived. Our house sits at the bottom of a short but steep drive, and we’ve put one car at the top for emergency use, but other than that our journeys will be on foot for a while. Perversely, at times like these I want to be OUT! SIDE! so the feet go inside the cozy handknit socks then into the wellies and off I go (fully clad) with camera. I took these earlier and although the sky is blue (sort of) it was really cold.
The leeks and broccoli will be just fine, but further up there are some teeny weeny broad beans under a net curtain that’s become a snowy blanket. This will either keep them warm or kill them stone dead … I hope for the best.
They tasted like raspberries, but only just, and I wasn’t keen to eat the frozen variety. They look really pretty though.
I don’t have the heart to pull these ladies out of the ground, though I have to admit their days are numbered.
Underneath them, the tulip bulbs are snug and warm, and they’ll burst forth to tell us spring has arrived. This won’t happen any day soon though, and in the meantime these pretty wee girls provide a bit of unexpected colour.
I love my allotment! I love the idea of knowing exactly where the fruit and veg on the dinner plate have come from, and what they’ve been through before they got there. The end product is not always a resounding success, but in much the same way as my knitting, I enjoy the process almost as much as the result. I also love the reminders that we’re not the only ones to enjoy the allotments. Who had fun doing this?
I hope they keep some wee birds fed during this barren time for them. Usually they make themselves seen and heard at the allotment but apart from raising some pheasants, I didn’t spot much sign of birdlife this morning.