Well it is that wonderful time of the year when we come out of the Winter and see the light at the end of the Tunnel. The photograph above was one I took of myself on the Tripod and timer. It was taken on a spring morning on my allotment, just after I had cultivated the soil ready for sowing. I have been growing my own vegetables since I first got married when I was twenty one. It was expensive to buy vegetables and so I started growing my own. I have always grown organically. Everything about growing my own vegetables is special, from soil preparation to the eating of my chemically free tasty food. Many people know a different taste of vegetables to the ones I know. When you start growing your own vegetables you soon realize that there is no taste in the shops equal to picking and eating vegetables fresh, sometimes eaten within several minutes of picking. During the long dark gloomy winter months I plan my Summer crops. I read through seed catalogues, writing down what I intend to grow when the weather warms up. In January I start sowing early crops on the window sill of my lounge in trays ready to plant out in late February. Every year this cheers me up. I am lifted from the dark dank days and transported to the time when I can get out and onto the gently warming soil and start the magical process again of creating life. In the photograph I am letting the soil run through my fingers. It gives me vitality and opimism to feel and smell the medium that will soon magically create food from tiny seeds that I will nurture to maturity by feeding, watering and protecting. There is something very deep in my soul that is rekindled every spring. Something I can not explain. Something very personal that is my core.
Because of being ill I have had to give up my large allotment, but not growing vegetables. I have paid someone to take off some of my front lawn and dig it for me so that I can go out of my house when i have energy and spend a few minutes growing. I was very worried that I would not be able to grow vegetables any more.
This Spring is very special. I feel very lucky to still be here. I feel very optamistic. I know life is very fragile, but I do appreciate how lucky I am to see another beautiful spring.
Because of being ill I have had to give up my large allotment, but not growing vegetables. I have paid someone to take off some of my front lawn and dig it for me so that I can go out of my house when i have energy and spend a few minutes growing. I was very worried that I would not be able to grow vegetables any more.
This Spring is very special. I feel very lucky to still be here. I feel very optamistic. I know life is very fragile, but I do appreciate how lucky I am to see another beautiful spring.