Against the odds

I spent some time today gathering nettles and comfrey for the vermicompost, which means I passed the allotment area. I can't remember when I visited my allotment, so my hopes were low when I gazed across the field to "my" spot. Of course there were a few eye sores there, like big bushes of weed, but the sunflowers were flourishing too, and when I took a closer look I could see a healthy tuft of swiss chard. Everything isn't lost.