My patch of green is around half an acre; it slopes down to a stream and woods. When we moved here a year ago, there was an abundance of weeds in every flowerbed, a slightly decrepit Wendy House and, the patio area, which is tiered, was crumbling apart. The overall sense: sprawling, yet somehow beautiful, abandoned chaos. No Chelsea Flower Show, that’s for sure.
With three kids, a husband and the usual busy lifestyle, for a long time gardening was on the back burner. But gradually, I’ve found myself drawn into the odd bit of weeding, then the odd bit of planting, the Alan Titchmarsh books are being thumbed through again and, the garden is starting to look just a little bit how I’ve been planning it to. But, I’m not aiming for manicured and perfect; it wouldn’t suit us as a family. Also, in avoiding pesticides, I’m encouraging the presence of bees and wildlife which, for me, is important.
I thought it would be interesting to chronicle my experiences as I work on the proverbial jungle! And, If you’re a green-fingered sort too, then I hope you find something of interest on here.
“Tender age in bloom”