I feel like I'm about to make a confession...
Those gorgeous daffodils above didn't come out of my garden, they came out of my allotment. And I know most of you already know that I have an allotment, but the enormity of this little project is something I've been hiding even from myself.
You see, my little plot is actually pretty much half a field. I think it's quirky and, as my dear friend would say, quite 'gourmet'. My husband, who is a self-confessed 'do-er', thinks I've got my work cut out. And he's absolutely right - if a sane woman had a 4 day-a-week job, a family, a house and a determination to fill the homes of England with crochet blankets, why on earth would she take on a 440m squared, overgrown, bramble-infested allotment?
The thing is, I've decided that the size of it is its saving grace. When I stand at one end I can't even see the other end. It's huge. And completely unmanageable for one woman and a spade. And so I only manage a bit of it. And while I'm fighting brambles and planting stuff at one end, the other end is completely controlled by nature. Wonderful things happen down the far end. I leave it alone, and it rewards me.
A bit like life, really. Some bits of life are easy to manage, tame and keep under control. Some bits are too big and too thorny. You can tackle them with a head-on, petrol-driven solution, or you can choose to step back and be patient. And just occasionally, when you have a little faith and trust, nature takes control. Life brings you daffodils.