First off, I have to confess I am not a born gardener.
Sure, I like to potter, admiring others’ hard work before retreating to the patio with an ice-cool G & T to watch the sunset. But the hard graft that goes into gardening, the necessary committment and trust, less so.
However, it’s nine months since we moved in. And the much neglected garden has started to stare back at me. I’ve tried repositioning my deckchair so that I don’t actually have to look at the empty border or the stinging nettle patch. But I need shade and, now that the weather is improving, I’m running out of options.
So operation garden has begun.
To be honest, the patch outside is currently more of a meadow than a garden. In some ways, not a bad thing. I love the banks of buttercups and champion, the rampant cow parsley, cuckoo flowers and ox-eye daisies. (I’ve even taken to transplanting some cowslips, courtesy of Cricklade Bloomers). But I think it fair to say that a little bit more cultivation wouldn’t go amiss.
So I’ll be looking for inspiration (and trying not to get discouraged at how lovely everyone’s real garden is looking!)
I love the idea of growing some of our own food. The concept of Plot to Plate. However, a vegetable patch may be a step too far. At the moment.
I’m chuffed by my herbs though. I planted these in a fairly random manner in some tubs when we moved in. I water them on my way to the patio, or when I put the washing out. Then, largely, forget about them.
OK, reading up on this gardening thing, that’s something of a mixed blessing. The problem seems to be in preventing mint from taking over.But I’m chuffed. I’ve had pea and mint soup this week. The peas were frozen, but the mint was my own and I’ve even added a sprig to my cocktail!