Much to my surprise, all 12 tomato seeds have taken. Thus, I worked late into the night on a small patch of the jungle, bringing it into life as a tomato bed. In addition to the ten plants I was given by a friend, I hope to be drowning in tomatoes by autumn. We shall see. It was about nine when I finished. I leant on my rake, pondering the last roped-off patch.
It is at the top of the garden, next to the peas, potatoes, parsnips, beetroot and cauliflowers. This new patch will host more peas and, while I am in Greece, my friend Keren will plant two long lines of radishes for ShareStock. Deep in thought – or rather, procrastination – I heard a thunderous crack, and looked up.
An enormous branch had fallen – for a reason I cannot fathom – from the damson tree at the end. To my knowledge, the bough wasn’t rotten – it had plenty of leaves and young damsons. Rather, it had split from the tree, and fell on the exact area where I would (should!) have been working. I pulled the branch aside, and sawed off some logs for the winter store.
Yesterday morning, I planted the young tomatoes, and God watered them throughout the day. After school, Joshua and I cleared the new patch, so I can plant peas this weekend.
