At the allotment

As the season starts.  Some hardy souls must have worked through the cold and rain as their plots are immaculate - but I need it to be dry and a bit warm at least. I think this shows the essence of allotmenting, where people use old baths, scaffolding  poles, railway sleepers, dustbins and all manner of ingenuity. What I’ve actually shown is my neighbour’s plot, because of the blossom. I worked really hard for over 3 hours, and was very happy that I could manage that. 
I accidentally heard and read some news today, whereas I normally try to avoid.  It seems reality has been completely reframed and the US is actually the victim, the country that is exploited by the rest of the world……..
Luckily my son sent me a song which is both wise and funny and had me soon in a much happier frame of mind.  Do listen if you’ve a couple of minutes: Hope it works