Tuesday, 10 February 2009


It felt like the right thing to do. 

In between curtains of rain that fell sudden, like dark curtains unable to wait for the end of the act, I went and sat beside my Leeks. They held silver beads of rain in bowls between the leaves.

And for half an hour, on the wet and clagging earth, the sun warmed away that awful death chill of damp that has brought my plot visits to the absolute minimum over the last 6 weeks or so.

I came away empty handed, left the Leeks to enjoy this gift of sun some more in the hope that next time they will be taller, thicker and greener, and that the soup will be even more fragrant.