Fancy a wander up to the allotment on a sunny Saturday morning?
Saturday morning’s are filled with the sound of lawnmowers, during the week I hear the kids in the nearby school playground, in the evenings there is less rush more of a gentle pace to the sounds of life around me as the day draws to a close, a stillness settling in for the night. But early mornings are my favourite, they bring the promise of a new day.
The first sight that greets me is a wall of peas – they are in their full flush of growth, with pods fattening up, tendrils twining and a few late flowers blooming
And on down the central path that divides my plot, the straw/paper/grass mulches I laid down earlier in the season are gradually disappearing under canopy of green – of courgettes and squash plants interspersed with the bright shouts of their yellow flowers.
There are lavender plants and nasturtiums tumbling and trailing over the paths
Beetroot leaves glistening in the early morning light, packed in tightly alongside lettuce, dwarf beans and radish, a palette of ruby-reds and greeny-yellows. The teeny seeds and seedlings that were once so tiny no longer look dwarfed by the scale of my allotment.
Drops of rain from the overnight rainshower still linger on some of the leaves and flowers. The Chards have a translucency in the sun
As I wander with my camera in hand I focus in on the small and seemingly unimportant, take time to notice the details, like the depth of colour of the potato flowers.
Wandering around on sunny days I’m able to capture the details, focus in on the minutiae of plant life. I can see the veins and teeny peas in this pod. isn’t it a thing of beauty?
As foliage fills out I get to peer under the leaves to spot the secrets and the bounty that is hidden even camouflaged. Maybe a cucumber developing or a beetroot ready to pick
I spend the majority of my time looking down and underneath, sometimes on my belly looking for a better photo or angle, at soil level is where most of the activity goes on, but sometimes I remember to look up and I see blue sky, fluffy white clouds and pea tendrils reaching out to who knows where.
And as I potter around the plot I knock, rub past foliage or stop to linger over the musky scent of sweet peas. There are the frothy fronds of fennel, moving gently in the breeze, acid-green in the early morning sunlight promising of flavour to come.
I see climbing bean plants twisting and turning up poles with spiders webs glistening in the light.
I stop and listen, I can hear the bees and the buzzies are out and about enjoying the warmth and the pollen. And as the day warms up I hear crickets in the long grass, their tickety-tick of their legs quieting as I pass.
All the photos are taken with my DLR, they are as they are, the only adjustments I make are to re-size them for the blog and a teeny bit of judicious cropping, to centre or focus on an image. It is as it is. It’s what you see – there is no primping and preening, the weeds are there as are the nibbled leaves, the wonky trellis, the black compost sacks now full of weeds.
I realise there are quite a lot of photos, but it’s been a while since I’ve taken you all up to see the allotment, and besides the sun was shining. And there’s still more to see, like the Kohl Rabi or the Cornichons (Gherkins) but they can wait for another day and maybe a recipe.