It’s now all systems go as far my orto (allotment) is concerned. Bees are busy, buds are unfurling, trees are greening.
Trouble is I’ve woken up this morning with one hell of a cold. Wonder why.
In the last previous days I’ve managed to get the grass under trim, plant a few flowers and start ploughing the soil where I’ll get my tomatoes and potatoes planted.
The cardoons survived the winter well – after all it was pretty mild this year and there were still some olives I’d overlooked
They say the best way to get rid of an illness is to sweat it out. So I might even try that today! Gardening requires lots of water — most of it in the form of perspiration!
In any event there is no place better than one’s own orto these days and, as the old adage goes, “A shed is a man’s best friend”.
Rather more sublimely Marvell wrote about his garden:
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men :
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow ;
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.
Trust you all agree,,,,