Another session where we were on our knees wading through weeds. Only this time it wasn’t taming a thick forest of strange plants, but rather picking out the small weeds starting to take root. Despite the fact we were denied the Rambo-esque ego trip that you get from single-handedly clearing an area of land for cultivation, it was a nice break from digging. However, our dear friend Wes decided he didn’t need a break. He spent this week digging up even deeper weeds from the newest bed. I suppose the moral of the story is that even if everything else is subjective, on an allotment digging is inevitable.
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| Our lovely weed-free rows |
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| Working together |
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| Wes working hard |
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