farming

It is now officially spring. While the end of winter is always longed-for and never seems to come early enough, this year warmer weather and longer days have gained a whole new meaning. I have got an allotment. Whereas spring used to be the season for shedding winter woollens and donning sexier, more colourful attire, this time it is all about mud, spades, seeds and pest control. I am looking forward, not to a summer spent lounging in a snazzy little two-piece, but to an autumn spent feasting on the literal fruits of my labour. So, like the birds, trees, weeds, slugs and students that share my 100m² of Scania clay, I have been getting very busy these last few weeks. (mer …)