Tales from the Allotment
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To blend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimmed their clammy cells.
JOHN KEATS 1794 – 1821
This poem is particularly apt this year, the allotments have swelled with mellow fruitfulness, and everyone seems pleased with their harvest.
The location of the allotments is so perfect, the solitude one finds, maybe one or two other people working there, the sounds of nature the birds flying over, off to their winter homes, the pheasant at the top of the field letting everyone know he is there, but unseen, and the fruit of your labour right there in front of you.
We decided to enter the local Horticultural Show, I baked some cakes and made chutney and pickled some onions. Hubbs dug up his best vegetables, scrubbed and trimmed them and we took them to the Village Hall on the Saturday morning. When we returned in the afternoon to see the show, what wonderment, the hall was full of flowers, fruit and vegetables, of every shape and size, the flowers were most beautiful and so many people had made a great effort to make it a good show. To Hubbs amazement they gave him a CUP! ‘The Encouragement Cup’. Well done to everybody who took part in the show and a big thank you to the members of the Horticultural Society, for organising it, a great day was had by all.
Doddinghurst allotments are featured in the October issue of BBC Gardeners World Magazine on the letters page Suki x