sow and sow

Look, let’s get this straight. Right from the start. I’m not a trained gardener or horticulturalist. This is about me, my trials and my (many) errors in my little garden. I probably, no, definitely do not worship ‘best’ practice, preferring to take a cursory glance at a book and then suck it and see, leaving the indepth reading and note taking until it hasn’t worked and I’m left scratching my head as to why the garden has not been spotted by RHS Wisley as a potential show garden.

My gardening CV started it’s rocky path as a child digging over huge clay vegetable patches in the rain, collecting self propagating leaves in an acre of garden (by hand!) and being the smallest child having to crop the currant/gooseberry/other prickly fruit bushes in the fruit cage, while trying to a) not impale myself and b) not touch the inevitable trapped and madly flapping bird and c) identify the tingly sour fruit from the luscious juicy ones!

I then hit adolescence and abandoned anything my parents enjoyed with a humph! Gardening was now a chore I openly despised, while sneaking the odd admiring glance at my Grandpa’s runner beans and my mother’s exquisite troughs giving the podgy prehistoric looking plants a secretive prod.

School and university passed and a severe (near-fatal) loss of common sense saw me living in London for five years before I managed to give myself a good kick up the backside and get outta there.

Now, living an attempt at the rural idyll and thoroughly loving it. Our little cottage is just that. Little. The other half is out working 7 days a week, 51 and a half weeks of the year so that leaves me in peace to garden to my heart’s content.

I work full time with a team organising a huge horse trials and love my job but do relish the holidays to get my grubby fingers in the soil!

So that’s me, hopefully I can keep this up to date and see how things progress from there!