End of season
The allotment is looking pretty scraggy at the moment. But hey ho - that's November for you.
I've been spending a fair amount of time down their recently tidying up, snipping back, trimming, clearing away and dig, dig, digging. Ignore the weeds in the background - they always seem to get the better of me, but just you watch out - the Winter will sort you out.
And even though I trudge home absolutely caked in mud - you wouldn't believe some of the looks I get from the 'turned up noses' (not that I smell I just look filthy) - it is with a happy heart.
OK - so I secretly like playing in mud!
But on a serious note it's also having a feeling of accomplishment - like I have a small hand in creating something wonderful. I'm sure it's exactly the same for many of you that do, make, grow and create - it's almost as if inwardly I'm smiling to myself saying 'yeah - I did that!'
So until the weather - and the cold - get the better of me I will continue to play in the mud and hold my head up high to the 'turned up noses' (I have such a stubborn rebellious streak in me) as I walk home looking like something the cat's dragged in backwards via the compost heap a pigsty and a very thorny bramble bush. Hairstyles don't even factor into my thinking when I pull on my wellies clumped with yesterdays dried on mud.
At least my skin is lovely and soft though - with all that dirt, grime and lovely, lovely mud.