“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
As the get growing Breightmet project moves into its last month the weather is on the change, wind and rain for the last day or so, and no difference this morning, we were rained on a couple of times but continued unabated, and besides it was warm and the plants on the roof were loving it.
Our jobs today aside from dodging rain were planting seedlings into large pots, sowing seeds into pots, and delivering these pots and barrows full of soil around the estates at the different addresses of our growers.
Whilst out and about we spoke to two young Congolese women who asked us if there was going to be a growing project next, such enthusiasm!