The plot is frozen, but with warm company, plans soon unfoldA mid-January Sunday, about 8am, my ears are stinging with cold. The return to the plot. There has been a sugar dusting of snow overnight. The path is slippery and feels unfamiliar.A white frost has the site in its grip. The ground is hard-frozen. The assorted Italian chicories are edged with ice. The mizuna and puntarelle have collapsed. I had hoped to see the allotment fox. There was a pair running in our road as I left. Continue reading…
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