The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play....

Raindrops on branches

It has been raining like billy oh on and off here for about a week now. In some ways, this is a good thing. I am the owner of allotment (for 'allotment', read 'nettle patch') and earlier in the year I planted a Cox's Orange Pippin apple tree in memory of my Grandad. Now, young apple trees need quite a lot of water, or so I believe, and time is scarce at the moment so a little sky water will do my tree no end of good. The downside to the downpours however is two fold - firstly, it is not just the tree that grows. Everything is growing at a rate that would put most forced rhubarb to shame. I would not be in the least bit surprised if the next time I managed to get down to the allotment I discovered a lost Amazonian tribe living in the undergrowth at the far end of the plot. If I could find a way of monetizing nettles I could probably have paid off my mortgage by now. The whole plot is desperately in need of a good mowing to make it look even passably respectable once more and there's no chance of that in this weather. What makes things worse is that both of my lottie neighbours have exceptionally well maintained plots. I am, without question, the thorn between two roses. If it gets much worse I will have to start gardening at night until it is tidier; I'm not sure how much longer I can bear the walk of shame. Someone recently even asked if they could rent my plot, so abandoned does it currently look. In allotment terms, by my calculations I am about three weeks growth away from being a complete pariah. Ironically, up until about a month ago, it was looking the smartest and most cultivated it has ever been while under my tenancy. Nature is a fickle mistress.

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