The weather gave me a window - 25 minutes to be exact, just long enough to do a few jobs. The whole allotment site is extremely wet and muddy, with huge puddles. On my own plot, the water butt was overflowing and soaking the ground around it, so I spent 10 minutes rejigging the gutter fitting for diverting water once its full. I taped up some slits in the polytunnel - it's four and a half years up now, and starting to show its age. Then I pulled up some leeks and picked some kale, before being driven into the poly by a ferocious pelting of sleety rain. I took the hint, and as soon as it went off a bit I headed for home.
The weather tomorrow looks particularly stormy, and I have another engagement on Sunday, so that's it for this week. Next weekend I’m away to London to visit friends. Add into the equation that I start back to college next week, for three evenings a week, and that I’m starting a new role in my workplace on Monday week, and it looks like it will be a while before I can visit again.
Still, its not all doom and gloom. It’s bright now until a quarter past five, and by mid February that will have stretched out to 6 o’clock. That will be just bright enough for a flying visit after work, if I leave at four and somehow have an evening free. By the end of February, that will be half six, an unimaginable improvement at the moment. Roll on.
In the meantime, I must be content to plot and plan, to watch the crocus fronds pushing up in the back yard, and to stare at the propagator each morning. I never get bored of watching seedlings emerge doubled up from the soil, still clutching their seed husk, and slowly stretch their necks and throw their arms wide as if to say “Ta-dah! I’m here. I made it!”.