Early summer, mid May, 7am. I am here to water the seed beds, to make rainbows with the hose. I am joined by a spotted woodpecker. There’s a pair nesting nearby. A parakeet streaks past at head height. A perfect plot morning.
I am here a lot at this time, sowing, building structures for the climbing plants. There are three for Jane Scotter’s sweet peas, wintered in her greenhouse, sprung free here on hazel sticks with Howard’s willow wrapping.
