I’d often said hello to the farmer who passes my house each day going for his daily papers…and I’ve taken loads of piccies of his amazing display of poppies and sunflowers this year…
But his kitchen garden is on a bend with no footpath, so I always take my life in my own hands taking those photos..😂…well there I was again last Friday taking a piccie of the beautiful simple poppy heads
…..when all of a sudden he appeared in his garden waving at me…I clambered onto the grass verge, escaping the odd passing car and we chatted. I told him how much I loved his garden, especially the poppies. We chatted of our love of growing things, anything, and he spoke in his lyrical farmers voice of how growing can stop people getting stressed at a time, especially now, when all the activities in the village have ceased. He went on, that the best thing to come out of this odd time has been the thriving village allotment, which was such a coincidence as that’s where I was heading to track it down. The hedge man the previous day had introduced me to the village allotment as he loved his plot, but amazingly I’d never heard or seen it before…
The farmer said how people just met in the allotment, chatted, shared tips, shared products, shared tools and it took away a thousand worries and stresses, especially during this hard time, nature’s own remedy for depression ….he told me exactly where it was hidden, but before I left, he said,
“Would you like some of the poppy heads”…….he told me what to do with them, when to do it and those 3 poppy heads would contain hundreds of seeds…..I left with a huge thankful smile on my face
A couple of hundreds yards further down and there was the lane, well more of a track, just where he said it would be. I trundle down it and came to an opening and there it was, hidden away, another world, a beautiful small world.
It was very quiet. No one in their plots this early in the morning, which allowed me to leisurely survey everything before me, only the birds, helping themselves to some produce, as company.
There was a path all the way round, with peoples names on some plots, little signs on others
A variety of flowers and produce that was so wonderful to see, so lovingly grown and nurtured…wheelbarrows, spades and garden chairs abandoned til their next visit. The feeling of trust around here emanated from every plot.
The path went round in a square and as I turned the corner I disturbed another looking for fresh picking probably
The farmer was right, even though it was empty of people today, the whole allotment felt as though it was wrapped in a bubble of calmness. Through a simple conversation I’ve discovered another trundle and one which I think I’ll be visiting daily……
We can’t all be good at growing things, but we can all love trying……
P.S. after posting my daily trundle photos as usual on the village web site, it turns out the gate should have been locked as they’ve had so much damage and people stealing things. Someone must have been hiding in their shed or greenhouse. But they’ve invited me to come anytime and simply be there with them, to share their bubble of calm. Why are there always a few people who spoil it for so many….😔..
P.P.S I went the following day and because it was the weekend there was lots of beavering but still it was silent and peaceful and everyone was so friendly. I stood with 3 people who were sat on their waiting chairs, having a welcome break and they told me so many stories, good and bad. One had had an allottment there for 38 years 😳❤️…..and during lockdown, it had become they’re Sanctuary when times had got them down…..their ‘bubble of safety’. I was so pleased to have found this….
I could have come away with a whole allotment of veg, such was their generosity, but I didn’t want it wasted. I said I could no longer cook and why…..more seeds of my own sown…so I came away with some runner beans to give to Stuart and a little posy of marigolds for me ❤️❤️❤️