...what it feels like to have bare feet, to paint my toe nails, to wear Birkenstocks, to feel warm from top to toe. I stood next to the forget-me-nots that have invaded the garden for the past few years (but are very welcome) to remind myself that I shouldn't forget that it will happen. Eventually.
(Great weather for the Chelsea Flower Show, but I imagine everyone and everything is wilting in there this week. I'm pleased Cleve West won Best in Show; a couple of years ago I saw his allotment which is amazing: beautiful, artistic, and productive. He's written about his allotment in his book Our Plot, a lovely book which mixes practical gardening advice with a personal story and plenty of anecdotes about the allotment community.
We stopped going to the Chelsea Flower Show years ago when it became too commercialised and crowded, so I like the sound of the Chelsea Fringe, the new, alternative show, and I'd really like to see the Edible Bus Stop Garden and the Edible Front Gardens.)
