5 Things I've Learnt From Iris On The Allotment
Now, I want to be very careful how I word this, because there is a version of this post where I come across as a daft old man who didn't know what he was doing. And while that version would arguably be the most accurate, I'd like to think there's a slightly more flattering interpretation available. So let's go with this one: I am a man who has been allotment gardening for many years, who has learnt a tremendous amount along the way, and who has recently discovered — somewhat to his surprise — that his seventeen-year-old daughter knows things he doesn't. There. That's the dignified version. Iris has been coming up to the allotments with me and Sam since she was little, but over the past year or so she's gone from occasional helper to actual contributor. She notices things. She asks questions I can't always answer. And every now and then she says something so quietly obvious that I have to stop, lean on my spade, and have a little moment of silent reflec...
