My heart was all warm and aglow this evening when I happened upon a feature on TV about a elderly man and his allotment. It has been his life-long passion - albeit with intermittent hiatus of wife and children - and continues to be the thing that makes him tick, smile and warm with contentment.
It started me off thinking about that wonderful old tradition of allotment keeping that stretches back decades and brings so much pleasure to an awful lot of people for a variety of reasons. Every time I see an allotment I also get a glow of contentment as a warm river of nostalgia washes over me. That rich tapestry of nature and manufacture that combine to produce what almost appears to be a work of art - especially if viewed from above.
I was reminded of one or two allotment keeper's associations that maintain the annual event of showing their prized possessions - the fruits of their labours. All kinds of weird and wonderful monstrosities and quirks of nature that have the viewing public 'ooohing' and 'aghing' in aghast at what lies before them. oh the photo opportunites are endless
Once upon a time we happened to be in Durham and came across a particularly handsome and dramatic show of produce the like of which I have not yet seen equalled. The onions, the cabbages and the marrows to name but a few were enough to make me exclaim out loud in socially unacceptable expletives that I wouldn't normally resort to but it just seemed appropriate at the time.
The Picture above was taken about 4 months ago. We'd been to Caistor and on the way back took a diversion through Kirton in Lyndsey. There in the little town hall was a show of produce that had a charm all of it's own. No need for words, the picture says it all. I just love it .....
One is always full of admiration for these hardworking veg and fruit growers.Down at the 'garden gym' whatever the weather.I would be more than delighted to be presented with the HUGE carrot as nothing beats a warming homemade soup at this time of year.ok yah!!
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