Some people talk and talk
and never say a thing.
Some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
Some people let their actions speak for them. And helping hands this week have enabled us to get a head start on this year’s allotment preparations. As much as I enjoy growing my own food I do find it overwhelming sometimes (gardening is not my ONE true love!). How heartening it has been to see 3 times my own digging effort from a couple of afternoons at the plot. As we left on Thursday we bumped into my neighbour Derek and I swear he nearly fainted as he jibed
‘What are you doing here, it’s only February’.
mum: ‘‘I wouldn’t say I love gardening, and I’m no Percy Thrower, but I don’t mind coming again if it helps you’.
me: ‘Who on earth is Percy Thrower?’
mum: ‘He’s a famous gardener isn’t he?’
me: ‘Dad, who’s Percy Thrower?’
dad: ‘He was one of the first TV gardeners in the 70’s – he died about 20 years ago’.