Today, I went to my Dad's allotment, which I'm taking on now that he's gone. I wasn't sure about this, because I'm really busy, but...it seemed like the right thing to do, and my partner was keen to get involved...so, off we went.
I used to keep the plot next door to his, before life got in the way and I didn't have time for it any more. I used to love spending time down there with him, not talking much, listening to the radio, leaning on our hoes for a consultation on the best way to net peas or whatever...I probably saw more of him in those few years than the rest of my adult life.
It was lovely today, he'd kept the plot really well, we just had a bit of hoeing and edging before we started planting. I kept stopping, looking up at the plain and thinking of all the hours he spent up there, all the things I learned from him about gardening, how much he loved it there. It was a beautiful day, a bit sad, but also nice to be reminded of him. (And now I've got Food. Growing. How cool is that?)
I wanted to stop smoking for so many years, for so many really good reasons. But it was watching Dad in his last few weeks being battered by cancers that really made me realise this had to be done. I'm glad I took on his plot. I'm so glad he helped me learn how to grow things.
Maybe I can grow the ingredients for my sandwich bar... (thanks for that inspirational idea Dippy Egg, THAT's what I want to do when I grow up!)
PS I wanted to post this in 'General' but I don't seem to be able to create a post in there - is it just me?