Once again both the weather and our enthusiasm made the day! There were some excellent scarecrows, lovely cake, another great plant sale, some interesting rose syrup on ice cream and the fabulous Biggins Wartime Band!
Here’s some pics from the day:
A plague on your daffodils, Mr Wordsworth.
Granted, daffodils look very fine – harbinger of spring and such,
But they just stand about admiring themselves
or head-tossing and fluttering in a freezing gale,
and you can buy a pot in any corner shop.
The trouble with daffodils is that they turn up
at such a miserable time of the year – snow, ice, fog etc –
season of flu and fruity cold-full-ness.
As a countryman you should have written a poem about
“a crowd, a host of…dandelions”
Dandelion time is another packet of seeds;
A few sunny days in April, a shower or two,
there’s blossom on the trees, and birds singing,
And before you can say, “Taraxacum officinale”
Your garden is knee deep in dandelions.
Dandelions are tough and stubborn,
deep-rooted and hard to shift.
Pick a fight with a dandelion and you’ll lose.
Dig them up, throw them away or burn them
and next year they’re blooming, bigger than ever.
Call them all the rude names you can find:-
Cankerwort, Clock Flower, Irish Daisy, Lion’s Tooth, Milk Witch, Monk’s Head,
Piss-a-bed, Priest’s Crown, Puffball, Swine Snout-
They’ll just parachute off to your favourite flower bed.
Much better to call a truce.
You can’t eat daffodils but as for dandelions
you can use them to make delicious wine
or eat them raw in tasty salads.
They also contain a whole pharmacy of medical ingredients –
enough to cure an entire infirmary of ailments.
If you’re not sure of the time, or the state of your love life,
or wish to send a message to your friend,
or hope to have a wish come true, or are anxious
to discover the age at which you will die,
just blow on a dandelion clock.
So, dear, misguided Mr Wordsworth;
If you want a flower that’s bright and bonny,
Painted by the artist, Monet,
Then choose a plant you can rely on, Go dancing with the dandelion.
Eden Allotments (sent in to me by Anon…)
A young chap was digging his allotment;
His hands were all blistered and red.
He sighed as he put down his shovel
And these are the words that he said.
“I’m having such trouble wi’ pigeons –
They’re eating up all that I plant
And some of them slugs are so hungry
It’s like feeding an ‘uge elephant”
“The soil is so hard and so lumpy
With thorns and thistles to boot.
An’ all this to-do ’cause my missus
Fancied a morsel of fruit.”
“We’ve plans to grow all sorts of veggies
With something to eat every day,
Which turns to be quite important
Now she’s in the family way.”
“Our plot is on Eden Allotments
With trees and herb bearing seeds;
But the land is so heavy and hard to work,
Full of brambles and briars and weeds.”
“There’s so much rain in the Winter
And so little sunshine in Spring
And as for the Summer, well, just for a change,
It’s the worst that the weather can bring.”
“So these are the words that I’m saying.
We’re so weary as you can’t believe.
Can you send us some sort of a helper?”
Yours faithfully, Adam and Eve.
At the last AGM, society members voted and agreed to make some changes to plot inspections this year.
These will now take place on the first weekend of every month from March to October.
The main change will be in the inspections themselves.
In the past, plot holders whose plots were not up to standard have been given two warnings before receiving a notice to quit.
In future, only ONE warning will be given to plot holders, with a month’s grace to improve the plot before the next inspection and/or possible termination of contract.
This will ensure that failing plots are either quickly brought up to standard, or made more readily available to new tenants.
First Inspection will take place on the first Sunday of March.