I'm So Digging This!

Here I go again. The annual dig'n'weed signalling another year of growing food out of shit. I don't really do it for the food. The food is a bonus. In fact I recall one year (2007) when I produced nilch produce, bar the odd spinach leaf and monster marrow. I only sulked for a few minutes before heading for the Co-op. 

I do it for the craic (no that isn't an Irish vegetable). To be out there getting high on nature.

To watch a bead of my sweat fall on a wriggling worm. 

The excitement of the first sprouts sprouting. 

Watching a Jackdaw eyeing up my salad leaves. 

Taking off my top in the heat of hoeing and being wolf-whistled by spectating hares. 

Watering strawberry plants and noticing a breed of spider I'd never seen before scurrying away to dry land. 

Smiling about a friends comment about Mormons from the night before. 

Standing with my allotment neighbour and discussing what's growing well and what's not before one of us looks down to the floor and says "Well, best get on then." 

Getting frustrated looking for the rake and suspecting theft. 

Getting horseshit all over your hands and not giving a shit. 

Making a phone call to O2 customer services about problems with picture messaging whilst enviously gazing at someone else's leeks.