after the rain

Early afternoon, warm and dry but still overcast. Once it finally started raining last week it did it steadily for several days, almost filling the water butts and waking up the dozing seeds. All of a sudden germination is happening – carrots, lettuce, endive, chicory, peas and cabbage both red and green – everything reaching for the sky. I’ve discovered that what I thought was comfrey and transplanted in the corners of my bean and potato bed are foxglove. Fruits are swelling, some gooseberries almost fully grown – I’m guessing the goldfinch gang will be first to know when they’re ripe.
I dreamed last night that one of my neighbours had rotovated the bottom part of my allotment behind their bungalow and was using the space for hanging out their washing. I think this must be separation anxiety on my part as I’ve been at home writing the last few days.
There are a whole gathering of poppies bowed and swelling in amidst my raspberry canes.
I’ve plans to rig up a poly-lean-to behind my shed to acclimatise my young tomatos and to collect the rain.
I must now be a qualified gardener, a robin just perched on my fork.