No time for this, no time for that. Time spent, time valued. Time flies, then it is time for change; time for spring. It’s fair to say that the three little ones are my time now. Time playing lego, time feeding, time talking and answering questions. Time holding hands and learning to walk.
I took a little time out to order up some raspberry plants with the intention of investing some time in summer and autumn raspberries. Ideally they should be planted, according to the literature, in November. There was a day that I set aside for just such a task. Then I was sick on that day and the window passed. The raspberry canes have been stored in damp soil in the greenhouse and I intend to plant them out soon. Yet things happen. Fences get blown down in storms, chicken coop roofs get blown off and scattered around the garden. These things need mended and fixed.
The first signs of spring are here and this is inspiring me to make time for growth. The snowdrops are out and the daffodils are beginning to flower. One hive of bees is all that has survived from last year. Their stores are desperately low. They seem to be breaking their winter huddle every so often to feed on the fondant I left them. If they hang on then the willow and dandelion will be out soon. Hang on.
It’s at times like these that I turn to Monty. I’m re-watching Monty Don’s Fork to Fork and getting inspired. No; I’m getting reminded that summer does actually happen if we choose to believe that it will. So, I will plant out those raspberries. I will turn over the soil, and I will get those potatoes ready for chitting. I will make time for these things. Why?… The littlest man may be only learning to walk now, but in time, I hope he will be walking through the garden eating all the raspberries with his brother and sister, and me only half-heartedly complaining that they are spending more time eating than picking.