All work, no play

onionsSummer time, and the living is shitty.

So much to do: I spent an hour (well, 54 minutes) after work last night harvesting these onions. They’re flawless and huge – one of my best ever crops – but time is always against me.

I love being at my plot on a warm evening. It’s one of my favourite places to be. But the pleasure is always diluted by the paranoid clock-watching.

I should just give up and get my eyeballs glued permanently to the face of my watch. Then if I have another arm grafted on to my torso, I may be better equipped for the modern world.

4 Responses to “All work, no play”

  1. Magic Cochin Says:

    I gave my watch away 2 years ago to a neighbour whose house burnt down and she lost pretty much everything.

    I’ve never replaced it – quite liberating! and I don’t have that gardener’s tan white stripe around my left wrist 😉


  2. rainman Says:

    Priorities, boyo. Gardening vs most things, gardening wins.

  3. Jane Says:

    I’ll second that. TV is crap just lately, I can’t get into the book I’m reading so the garden wins.

    I too don’t bother with a watch.

  4. Tanya Walton Says:

    they are great onions…and do I see gherkins there too??