Late afternoon at the allotment and the sun is shining. Tadpole tails are wriggling in the ponds. Our broad beans have burst through, happy and healthy, short rows of crimson-flowering and an old-school hanging variety new to us.
We have replanted some of the extravagant, luxuriant poppy leaf. Dotted through the plot now, here and there. The last of the old hazel poles are up and climbing Franchi yellow and blue beans, plus Cherokee Trail of Tears have been sown at their base.
