|This time last year|
I plant a trough of herbs for a friend - a long overdue birthday present - plus two pots of rosemary and oregano. I fish leaves out of the water butt with a rake.
I separate chives, pick purple sprouting broccoli and tidy the shed. I find balls to stick on bean canes in the summer, lengths of wire and string. I plant unidentified bulbs I dug up last year and left in the greenhouse.
I pay £15 for an allotment key and hand over four co-worker forms. I pot up some mint and check the leaf-mould.
I buy two bags of first and second early potatoes, some broad beans, find green manure seed and scatter a wildflower mix.
I put a box of wood in the shed for fires, kindling undercover next to a box of paper. I disturb a large spider and a millipede.
I chat with Jeanette.
I move a foxglove, bloody sorrel, stray bluebell and three herb roberts.
It starts to rain. I tidy the shed some more. I leave for home, forgetting the forget me nots I've potted up for the garden.