There are others out there

For someone who’s spent a few years blogging, I have to confess to being a little sluggish in investigating beyond the limits of my established favourites. Spending a little time revamping the look of this one has given me the nudge to nose around a little, and add to the list of bloggers to the right of this post. I’ll be adding more as I go I’m sure. And in case you’re wondering, it’s a young apricot tree in the snow.

Growing, farming, smallholding, and allotmenting can all be fairly solitary occupations, which suits me just fine, but a little community (however virtual) is a rather pleasant reminder that cold hands, harvest worries and the struggle of trying to communicate it are not yours alone. I’ve turned the ‘comments’ facility on on this blog, and what do you know, people are commenting. It’s rather nice if I’m honest.

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…so I hope James Alexander-Sinclair won’t mind me pinching his rather fine idea of reflecting back about what he was posting at that time in previous years. It’s got me thinking in a different way about the farm, if nothing else, so thank you.

This time last year, wondering if the plants weren’t playing Russian roulette with the frosts, the year before, for once honoured at a primetime sunday mispronounciation of my surname, and wondering if Sigourney’s career had slid enough to get her to sign up for a rather more rustic follow up to Gorillas in the Mist, in 2006 learning a rather interesting thing about pig procreation, and four years ago, worried at the late delivery of the almonds.

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