Monday Market

So, most of us have the best intentions. We don't want to be down or low in spirit, we just drift into that state often because of stuff - within and without. It's sometimes hard to cut out the chatter; the bombardment of international news, traffic, poverty, unrest, anger, greed ... so much stuff.

Today I was working on the market stall in Brixton. I left the house at 5.45am, picked up a van and drove to New Covent Garden Market, rushed in - I only had the van for 1.5 hours - went to my usual plant suppliers, chose a few desirable plants and some I thought other people might like. That's a tough thing for me, I love my garden so much that I always want to buy what I would want in it, I then remember that many people in Brixton don't have a garden, that more just can't afford the luxury of buying something for themselves. I immediately consider options for as many people as I can think of.

As this new lease of life progresses, people interested in plants tell me what they need, where they want a plant to go and the conditions it might be exposed to. Already I attend the morning market scouring each avenue for a lemon tree for a man who likes to have the smell of lemons around him, then a showy plant for shade. The search continued on behalf of a fellow stall holder who wanted Rosemary and Thyme - not one supplier had them.

I was set up and ready for customers by 9am - I told myself that today was going to be a good day, even though the weather was a little strange, that people would love my plants as I do.  Things were slow (static) until the afternoon but so many people stop and look and smile - ask questions, tell me about their allotments, gardens, window boxes, pots on the window sill, that I feel like it's not 'work'.

Anyhow the vibration changed, I sold a few plants .... all the desirables.

My next task is finding more specialist suppliers in nurseries near London.

Oh and I really need a van!!!