It’s almost as if the weather in England knows this is supposed to be the Glastonbury weekend and is responding according to the sun-baked then mud-spattered traditions of so many Festivals gone by.
In our allotment there’s a festival on anyway, of bright colours and abundant life. And Sarah and I have spent today, Sunday, cutting back the overgrowth of all that life that June brings. To give the plants room to flower, fruit and breathe as high summer now approaches.
Here’s what the garden is looking like.
Dug up by Sarah in her very early days here, so here in this place long before we were.
Later on we’ll watch David Bowie, from Glastonbury in 2000, and be glad to see him (we were, very). After our day in a summer garden.