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Because It Doesn’t Always Have To be Serious, Does It?


So, in this intense, busy-busy-busier season of planting out, weeding, watering, hoeing, thinning out, weeding, netting, slug-deterring (did I mention weeding?), there has to be time for a little frivolity. Surely?

A moment to stand and stare, reflect or do something just for the heck of it.

I hope so; because unless this is one of the many signs of madness I took it upon myself to reassemble a passably fake, but reliably sturdy iron “water pump” from a rotted-out and thrown away water feature half barrel. I bought a solar powered pump and some odds’n’sods and screwed a few pieces of cedar together (to conceal a plain black water bucket) and managed to create a going concern. The solar panel sits atop the back garden greenhouse roof and adds that running water melody to the area.

But I also repaired a damaged gnome, bought as a joke present for me some years ago. In fixing him (or her, who can tell with gnomes?) to a raised bed the lefty leg had, frankly,  broken off. So, a little dab of some  Acme Fixitall glue had the little feller well balanced again and able to pose for the above photo.

Happy gardening people, but don’t forget to smile every now and then eh?


Caption This:

You know, there are days when you’re walking to your plot …

… you spot something …

… and think “why haven’t I got my camera?”

I had mine slipped away in my over-shirt pocket when I spotted this,

But I’m damned if I know what more to write about it.

Any suggestions?


Elf and Softie


You may recognise the above from a recent post (pallets ferried up to the allotment with a very generous neighbour.

What a coincidence then, when, worried as I was that someone might mistakenly approach our plot (because access is possible as the neighbouring houseowner had removed his fencing panels) and climb on the assorted timber*, during a local walk the notice in the photo below was blown against my legs.



* because I wouldn’t have been able to resist – in truth might have to try it anyway. Some things are just too, too tempting, don’cha think?

Winter Mode.


The shed-at-home in winter mode. I am almost sure that I can find whatever I need …

 …most of the time!dsc03422

Remind Me …


“Now, remind me please: what was the colour of the shed you’ve been rubbing down?”

No make up required, just a sun-warmed shed, a busted step-ladder and an ancient electric sander.

Weather: Changeable!

Not An Eavesdropper?

Now, you have to trust me; to take my word for it …

But I am no kind of eavesdropper, right?

But, standing, a little awkwardly, by the mantelpiece at this guy’s party when I heard this woman …

“They’re going to start charging us for our green bin collections …”

Now, being interested in what I’m going to loosely call “sustainability” (though it has been monickered “eco”, “green revolution”, “weird”, “The Good Life” and simply good common sense while I have been aware of it), something made me tune in. I just had to listen in. Green bins, the local authority’s collection of garden waste being charged for? Our own local council collect ours, usually full of semi-pernicious weeds and bits we cannot burn (Fridays is the only legitimate burning day on our site), every two weeks. Then, I believe sell it on to a local entrepreneur who has acres of land on which it is efficiently composted. Then sold on – for a small fortune – to gullible gardeners. OK, forgive me for that bit of green-snobbery.

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She goes on – and I’m definitely listening in now (just so you know):

“I told my husband; cheaper than loading up your car with smelly stuff and taking it to the tip: there’s the petrol, the journey, the time it takes. Well, stands to reason. I mean we put all sorts in it, stuff you wouldn’t want on your compost heap. Grass cuttings for a start. I mean we cut the lawns once a week and you don’t want all that grass making a mess of your compost do you?”

Me? I’ve been known to beg lawn mowings off my family and my neighbours. Because in my book, they are very genuine activators: bring some heat to the heap and get things off to a roaring start, decomposition wise.

And I’m thinking the recycling of such waste can only be a good thing. Most people are too lazy, innocently ignorant or too busy (though its always possible to be too busy isn’t it?) to do it – and being aware of composting is not generally common these days. And most people do not have allotments or the allotment mentality of course. I’ll use something again if I can – in any way I can. But the trick is to get people to pay for what they were getting used to – and getting for free.

Once people start paying the trick is complete. After that it is not so hard to get them to pay more. But to transition from a free service to a charged for one: there’s the rub.

Mind you, once upon a time the trick was to get people to actually separate out their waste: some to be recycled, some to be garden waste – and the rest as “household” garbage.

She hasn’t stopped yet though:

“ Yeah, lovely people up at our allotment …”

(Somebody had suggested, as light relief, that having an allotment must be like the Leonardo DiCaprio film The Revenant).

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“There’s one plot holder just got this wonderful shed. Front porch section, painted properly: sage green, skylight, leaded window, little pot-bellied stove, chimney. All the trimmings. Little table, couple of armchairs, a rocking chair for the outside bit; little stove to boil …”

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“Got it free. Yes truly amazing. Seems she knew this woman who’d just finished with her husband. He was doing that man-thing, had found a younger pneumatic dolly-bird woman. Going through the divorce thingummyjig. She decided to get rid of everything that was his: clothes, CDs, camera, mountain bike . The shed was his little den. In the garden.”

“So the shed: free to collector. All arranged very quickly; even had some slabs thrown in. It looks great. She has put a biscuit tin in; with biscuits in, well, of course, you would, why not?”

“but it seems somebody’s taken to spending the night in there. Snacking on the digestives, filling up the ash tray, helping themselves to tea.”

Now I’m no detective, but I’m wondering whether it’s that woman’s husband.

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