When he was alive my da once said to me that one of the things he had always wanted in life was a small piece of land of his own.Just a wee strip of soil that he could tend to in his own way and on which he could grow whatever he wanted to grow. He never did get it.Men who support their families by digging graves cannot afford to buy land.In a way that is also something I have wanted myself.A little space of my own where I can grow whatever I want.That is what this is.My tiny allotment on the internet.Maybe I will tease something to life in its hard unforgiving soil.And you are more than welcome to a taste of it.If you are ever in the neighborhood drop in and see whats growing.
Come and See.
