Muck. It’s everywhere, it’s on my wellies, it has stained my socks, it’s encrusted into my favourite black jeans, it’s lodged under my fingernails, it’s in my hair. It’s all over the car, it’s on the floor of the house, I’ve even mysteriously found some in my bed. Thankfully, that’s not the only bed it’s in, it’s […]
The beautiful weather continues here in Dublin, and we continue to work in the allotment as much as we can while it lasts. I never thought I’d see the day when I’d be hoping for rain, but I am. We need it, my clay soil is baked and the water on site has not been
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For the past few weeks I’ve been planning my allotment, from deciding what plants to grow to what type of beds to use, I’ve been having great fun planning. I’m beginning to think it’s one of the most fun aspects of gardening, there’s no back-breaking digging, no dirt permanently lodged under my fingernails, no nettle stings (though
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When I was eight, my school class had a substitute teacher for three weeks. They were the best three weeks of the school year as she spent the whole time teaching us songs and showing us episodes of the muppets. The reason I tell you this is she taught us a song by John Denver,
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Seeds. They’re the source, of life, of ideas, of plants, of trees, of my madness, of days spent hopefully watching pots on a windowsill praying for instant germination. I seem to have spent all week thinking about seeds, buying seeds, organising seeds, sowing seeds, watering seeds, willing seeds to grow. In ten days, I’ll be taking
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