Once upon a time, Mummy and Daddy Bear applied for an allotment.  It was back in the day when their family was just the two of them; weekends were long and carefree, holidays were in far-flung exotic places and there was always a little bit of money in the pot for treats.

“I think I’ll apply for an allotment” said Mummy Bear one day.  “I’ve heard it can take a while to get them – it would be lovely to have a go at growing things”.  And whilst Mummy Bear  completed the paperwork, she dreamed of prancing around a wildflower garden, wearing nice gloves, sipping Chardonnay whilst birds sing in the trees and woodland creatures wandered around.

Eight years on we have our little patch of paradise.  We also have 2 cubs added to our family.  And it would seem that between the 4 of us, we have less than zero gardening experience. Mummy Bear has learnt that whilst pretty, flowery gloves look nice, they don’t stand up to nettles or raspberry bush thorns.  The cubs have learnt that the water in the water butts is not for drinking and that a bit of drizzle does not mean we’re not going.

It’s not pretty, it’s not glamorous, but it’s my happy place and it’s been one of the best things that has ever happened to me and our family.

So welcome to my blog .  I hope you enjoy it.

Karen (Mummy Bear)