...... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; as Dickens often observed about his own allotment.
The best, in that nothing much has died; the worst, in that nothing is doing very much either, it being so very very dry and me not having been around to water it for the last two weeks.
But it coulda been worse. I've harvested a decent crop of shallots and got a nice tidy [part of the] plot in return, although it's bone dry. And I've got the first picking of blackberries,
which are due to be eaten tonight with shortbread and a little cream.
The things I'm carefully not showing you, being a tad economical with the truth, are the onion bed (horrendously weedy), the salad bed (ditto), the runner beans (puny; hope the water will perk them up). And I've given up on the climbing french beans and the mangetout - the 3rd batch didn't germinate either!!