Allotment Beauty

I just had one of those days, warm and lazy and a strange feeling of being content or that something good lay just around the corner. I spent most of the day outside, watching life, absorbing sunshine and listening to the humming of the air. I felt so in tune with the seasons that the inner Pagan must be awaking in me.

I watched the local farmers who have been working very hard the past few days harvesting barley. I have been whooping and shouting to Little Bird every time tractors and trailers thundered past - the return trip with bales stacked high is an awesome sight.

Picking blackberries by the allotment gate is my latest pleasure, every time I visit, yet more polished black fruit for me to pop into a jam jar.

Squashes are growing larger by the day. A whole pumpkin patch which prickles my legs as I try to find the main stems to water.

Flowers peeping out from spare ground. 

Little precious life everywhere, busy or just having a warm of the wings.

I treated myself to a couple for posys gathered from the plot and the garden - sweet peas & herbs.... ahhh the sweet smell.

And more berry fruit to take home.

I like to look for beauty on the allotment - reflections, silhouettes, stark contrasts of structures against the sky. I expect my plot neighbours think I'm very strange and cheeky as I photograph their plots too. Allotment junk and nick-nacks are of course everywhere and I like looking for patterns and interesting textures.

Nasturtiums spilling out by my shed curving around. Further around I can hardly get into the plot as they've swamped the pathway. So many here and at home from just one packet of seeds.
Hoverflies and bees are dancing around them, it's been a success.

So many ways for beans to climb up high....

Up netting, across scaffolding props and arches.

Slightly Vlad the Impaler-ish.

I love how the late afternoon light can catch objects, glinting and throwing off colourful light.

Even compost heaps and barrels of stinking fermenting comfrey are pretty to me.

I did have some explaining to do as I was caught lying on the floor.

What lucky people to live backing onto the allotments, an exciting ever changing view. Unbelievably we have one persistent moaner that hates his window view and complains about sheds not being the right shade of green and dogs barking a mile away at the farm. What a shame to be that miserable.

Across the fields is the road to my house. You can see a museum here and one of the rivers is behind that - I live between two gorgeous riverways.

Time to lock up the shed - if I can......

At home I enjoy putting my hand picked flowers in jugs and jars. 

I cannot possibly express how much this makes me immensely happy.

 It was one of those days where I felt  truly 'rich' despite the few pennies in my purse.