Love is in the air
So much to do! What can they expect - unattended weeds; soil which has been frozen, sodden and baked into something approaching tempered steel. A fork won't touch it; forget the spade; a couple of pounds of gelignite is the only thing to break the surface. Experienced, war weary elders tut and suck their teeth as novices, all eager eyed an hour ago, crumple under the strain and disappointment. That cabbage patch, the row of broad beans, the regiment of onions, which seemed within their grasp, is locked up in the unyielding soil.
Meanwhile older heads, with a wry smile, gently till their patch and contemplate the joys of winter sown onions and broad beans. Opening up their green houses they reveal sparkling trays of joyfully sturdy seedlings all ready to take their place in the regimented ranks of drills. Chitted potatoes literally leap into the ditches prepared for them, well manured of course, with carrots, beetroot and early salad leaf just waiting for the word to begin their journey from soil to kitchen table.
Nothing can beat it. Spring in full throttle and at the allotment you have a front seat view of a most delightful entertainment.