My allotment is going to be good this year.
Every year I say this, and most of these years, I fail! But this year is going to be different..... I've made a good start with the half plot - it looks so spick and span that it appears that Dave the Tidy Man has taken it over. But no, it is the work of ME! That messy-round-the-edges, slightly chaotic gardener who has the shaggy patch of currant bushes and ankle breaking potholes next door.
I'm even on the way to eliminating the bear traps which masquerade as paths - they're a legacy of when my children used to have a penchant for digging to Australia on the plot - and while a bit of gentle subsidence and weathering has done a great deal to moderate their handiwork over the years, the literal pitfalls of allotment life, remained in evidence. In my new incarnation as virtuous creator of tidy plots, I'm making it my mission this month to get paths that go right across the two plots, from one side to the other, to make life easier with my wheelbarrow.
But lo - now a passable route has appeared... the only work which remains is to cover the cardboard weed-smothering layer on the newly excavated area with some of the wood chip mountain which still lurks down at the bottom of my own garden.
Another sound bit of sense which has emerged through the new path system, is that the plot is now effectively chopped into three sections - I know for the perfect crop rotation it should be four sections - but having any sort of systematic way of thinking about the plot is a new treat for me!
Perhaps I'll get a rush of blood to the head and go for the fourth section before the month is out. But then again... maybe next year.
Outside the sun is burning off the last vestiges of mist, the greenhouse needs opening to let the fresh air circulate around its residents, and more work needs to be done. So I'd better get out of my unsartorial pyjamas, stop writing and go and actually do it!
Let's look back at the blog in 6 months time and see if the resolution has been upheld. I set my jawline in determination at this point. This WILL be the year. Maybe...