Each year, towards the end of July beginning of August, I get this kind of lost feeling at the allotment. It’s a completely different feeling to the one I wrote about in June which is a more appreciating the moment and everything coming together – and everything is still together but …….
I visit three or four times a week, pick vegetables, water, do a little weeding and stuff my face with raspberries (this is the reason why I never have enough to make raspberry jam, though I usually manage to keep a punnet and freeze for eating over Christmas). Sow beetroot, lettuce and wild rocket seeds every couple of weeks and that is it. This year I’ve collected an enormous amount of calendula flower heads to dry so I can make ointment.
So why the lost feeling? Silly as this sounds, it’s as if the plot does not need me. I have done all the work, laying the manure, mulching, then a few months later sowing, carefully watching over the young seedlings, laying compost and in some cases straw to keep the moisture in and weeds out, plus weeding where necessary. Now the maturing takes place and there is little for me to do.
I sat for about an hour yesterday, ate a handful of white and red currants from my neighbour’s plot and chatted, ate a handful of raspberries from my plot and walked home with a bag full of veg. I know, I sound like a petulant child! Be in the moment, enjoy! And I will, in a week or so, but until then it is as if I have momentarily lost the plot.