Where did the sun go?

Sun? What sun? Yes it is true the heat wave has left us all too soon. Did it take with it our enthusiasm? Not quite. The first weekend after the return to school and we were there. Saturday was out as Tam and I had foster training and Matt and Louise were car hunting, a task that took them well into Sunday. Considering that we decided to meet at the plot in the afternoon, giving us all chance to deal with the rest of our lives.

Tammy and I arrived first and found ourselves slightly at a loss as to what to do next. Should we begin digging or start clearing the rear half of the plot that has so far been untouched by our now callous forming green fingers. We deliberated and decided to dig the borders ready to place the retaining "wall" for the main bed. Matt and Louise were not too far behind us.

With their arrival we had a wee chat about our plans. We had been given, by Tammy's mum (Thanks Terry) some leeks and cabbages. What the hell we collectively thought, lets bung em in, would be nice to see some green in amoungst the rubble! (Give us a break, we are gardeners after all, we wanted to grow so we did)!!!

Seeing these tidy bits of green poking though the soil spurred us on, we dug the entire middle bed. When I say we, I do of course mean the brawn of the team, Matt and Tammy (I know Matt, you can thank me later for referring to you as brawn, ya big stud!!!) Louise and I were chief root pickers and gave encouragment to what quickly became a race. There is no need to mention which team won as we are, of course one big team (hee hee yeah right, Tammy and I won of course).

Once the diggers had recovered there was another task that we decided needed doing before we left, a tincy wincy iccle, erm, well, tree root! Yes the diggers were not done digging, it was only a small tree root, dunno what the fuss is about really. Louise and I, I hasten to add, were very encouraging and our prescence was necessary for motivation and erm, well, we did stuff ok!

Oh, I had better not forget to mention that Matthews Axe cherry was popped! Yes I know, embarrasing to be 40+ and still be an axe virgin, but no more, in fact the popping of the cherry was so vigorous that Louise was concerned he may lose and eye, arm or worse develop a fixation with the axe and want to take it home! (Strange pair those two).

So we left with joy in our hearts as we closed the gate to a completley dug bed, a root free second bed and first evidence of this piece of land becoming a fruit yeilding allotment.

Watch this space for some garden art as Louise is insistent on doing something interesting with the tree root that was so expertly removed by the diggers, if memory serves, think Louise may have done some tugging there too. Just me that was a lazy arse it seems, oh well, I have a reputation to maintain after all!