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The basket tells you when the season has turned

You arrive at the allotment with a carrier bag and leave with a basket that barely closes. This is the moment the plot has been building towards since spring: everything ripens at once, and the generosity feels almost absurd.

Runner beans hang in curtains. Courgettes have doubled in size overnight. The tomatoes, which sulked through June, now blush in clusters. Even the herbs have thickened into small hedges. You pick what you can carry, knowing there will be more tomorrow.

The lavender along the path hums with bees, their legs fat with pollen. The scent rises in the heat, mixing with the green smell of crushed tomato leaves on your hands. This is the season at its most insistent: use it, eat it, share it, preserve it.

By August, the plot stops asking politely. It arrives at your door in armfuls, demanding attention, rewarding the months of watering and weeding with more than you can possibly eat alone. Courgette cake becomes a weekly occurrence. Neighbours receive bags of beans.

The basket tells the story.

What is your allotment giving you in armfuls right now?

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The lavender is out in Richmond gardens and the bees are everywhere

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What survives a heatwave in Richmond gardens and what doesn’t

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The first tomatoes in Richmond gardens

The first tomatoes in Richmond gardens are ripening now. You notice them one morning, a flush of orange breaking through the green. The smell hits you when you pinch out the side shoots: sharp, green, faintly chemical. It clings to your fingers for hours. This is the moment gardeners wait for. The fruit has been […]

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