Be Careful What You Wish For - Juliet shall have her plot Part II

I sort of knew I'd outgrown my old plot when one courgette plant last year took up what felt like 6 square miles, same for squash.  My little corner plot (next to the weed tip/dump car turning area was I admit beginning to feel a little small.  I'd mentioned in previous posts about not realising that triffids actually grew as opposed to the leaf stripped vegetables you buy in the supermarket.  There would really not be enough shelf space to display more than one cauliflower if they kept with it the leaves they grew with.  I though that vegetable beds plus half a dozen or so trugs growing various crops would suffice.

I'd been offered another plot earlier in the year, a man I had never met had sadly passed away.  It was a long rectangular piece and it only needed "digging over" they said.  I did go and have a look but for one person it looked like "digging over" is what I would have been doing for a very long time to get that particular plot into shape, as any allotmenteer knows, leave it for a couple of weeks and the plot looks like it had never been worked on.  Brutal.  It was also situated next to a plot where a couple of dog haters resided.  I'd had a run-in with them early on in my allotment life and the experience had left me shaken.  Just no.

Diagonal to me was a nice but very overgrown plot.  Two large squares with a step in between.  You couldn't actually see that this is what it was as it was so neglected but it did appeal to me in that slightly OCD way.  I like things boxed off and squared.  I also like boxes, but that's probably another blog or a therapy session.  That plot though was given to two couples to work on last August.  They came to the allotment party in the August full of hope and rotivational speaking (pun intended) and then they were never seen again.  Ever.  August to February came and went with no sign of them whatsoever so then I began enquiring about its availability.  The stock answers to my questions were given out  (paid their subs, family issues, starting soon) but still nothing so I pushed and pushed (along with an allotment friend whose plot I would next to if I did make the move) until the end of March and then finally found out (by a third party as opposed to the powers that be) that I could take over this plot with the caveat of having to vacate mine as quickly as possible for new people,  Er hello?  It's now the end of March/beginning of April and therefore (small planting window) by this point I had planted my seedlings, sown more seeds and added compost and food to the beds in readiness for the growing season, not to mention the makeshift pond I'd made to save the tadpoles that had been laid on some tarpaulin.

I feel my stress levels rising.  I am also going away for two weeks.  I decide to ignore the pressure on me to move as quickly as possible, cheeky fuckers. I am in a defiant mood.  I will not kill myself moving over to this new plot (translate as this move is going to kill me).  I wobble.  I look at my old sweet plot as opposed to the jungle I had lobbied hard to acquire.  I have to ring my sister.  I feel sick.  I don't know where to start.  What have I done?

I mean, why?

My beautiful baby