Might I Have a Bit of Earth?

"Might I," quavered Mary, "might I have a bit of earth?"

In her eagerness she did not realise how queer the words would sound and that they were not the ones that she had meant to say.  Mr Craven looked quite startled.

"Earth!" he repeated.  "What do you mean?"

"To plant seeds in - to make things grow - to see them come alive."

The Secret Garden

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

As a child I read this book many times.  The Secret Garden always invoked feelings of magic and mystery, of old dead things coming back to life and of birds and woodland creatures.  This is the kind of garden I have always dreamed of having.  The garden that has lived in my imagination, hiding, waiting, patiently for it's chance to become more than just a dream.  

Living in a small flat as we do.  We do not have a garden.  Not any kind of garden at all... and this is something I have longed for, for many years.  Particularly now that I have my own child who would also like to make things grow and see them come alive...

So.... today we got an allotment!

I cannot tell you how excited I am, little T too.  All week he has been asking me "When are we getting the allotment mummy?"

It is obviously going to need a lot of work.  I have little to no gardening experience so this is definitely going to be one hell of a challenge. 

It has a small shed in desperate need of attention.  Half of it blew away in last weeks gales...

 and its full of rubbish;

but it does have a lovely little cherry tree that someone must have planted fairly recently.

So finally, at long last I have my little bit of earth.

Have a great day

Catherine

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