On this tranquil spring Sunday morning, a gentle warmth envelops the air as I embark on a leisurely walk through the bustling streets of Hampstead towards the local allotment. Along the way, the vibrant shops are abuzz with customers, and a congregation of Deliveroo riders patiently awaits their pastry-laden orders.
My destination is the allotment, where I eagerly anticipate checking on the progress of our recently planted daffodils, known affectionately as the “new” daffodils, contrasting with our more established narcissi. These resilient blooms seem to take their time to flourish in the elevated soil atop the hill, a stark contrast to their flourishing in the pots adorning our rooftop terrace back home. The edible leaves we sowed in autumn are stirring from their winter slumber, responding eagerly to the slightly warmer and lengthening days. The chicories and frilled mustards, once dormant, are now rejuvenating with newfound vigor.
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