Everyone Loves Being a Rakeist.

A somewhat cloudy morning at the organic garden started with the transporting of generous quantities of soil over to a sizeable speckle of land which will eventually be growing cabbages, lettuces and other vegetables fit for human ingestion. The top soil had to be several inches thick to ensure adequate fertility for our edible green friends. Jane & Meyrick got their fork action going and loaded up the wheelbarrows with said soil, removing any unnecessary bits of wilting weed; meanwhile newcomer Kate (willkommen!) and Jer wheeled several full barrows each down to myself as I stood patiently waiting with a rake at the ready, eager to level the ground as they released their load onto my spot. Admittedly, this was the easiest of the three jobs and probably why everyone loves being a rakeist.

Exausted, mid-way through we consumed tea and biscuits.

Then we re-commenced the action.

We finished up by pulling some round, juicy apples from their branches, this is part orchard after all. Being the ambitious bunch that we are (no pun intended), we even set up a ladder and me being brave; I went all the way to the top of the ladder to knock down several apples from a high point on the tree with a great long stick. Said apples cascaded quickly downwards, some of which landed precisely on Jer’s head, he still hasn’t quite recovered from his injuries. Meh.

Once completed, we felt we’d earned ourselves a coffee and a cake so off to Cassia we swanned.

Nom nom.