I’ve tried my hand at gardening a good few times since moving to a house with a garden, ooh, 8 years ago. And it’s time for me to hold up my hands and say: it’s just not working for me right now.
It’s not that I don’t like the expanse of green that sits outside my back door – on the contrary I love it. My current garden is absolutely huge, the previous owners having bought up a patch of two other gardens to make it bigger. I almost need to have six more children to fill it up (hahahah funny one). The children love playing out there, I love BBQing on the patio, there’s nothing like hanging my clothes out to dry. But I just hate gardening.
The problem is that I don’t know the difference between weeds and plants, blackberries and poison. Mowing the lawn makes my hayfever flare up for hours afterwards and my big green wheelie bin never seems to be big enough for the things I need to get in it.
I tried planting flowers once, too, but that didn’t exactly work out I forgot which were supposed to go in at the different times of year and didn’t see anything happen for ages… and then we moved anyway. So that was a pointless exercise.
So this summer I have come up with a solution: MY MUM, and one of Tesco’s mowers!
She’s a brilliant gardener but more than that she seems to love it. She’s been out there hacking through the meadow-height grass with my new mower, going crazy with the weedkiller and planting up a storm (she got some bulbs from Spalding Bulb that are low-maintenance, even for me. Elfie planted them up!). She even seems to manage the green bin (AMAZING) and has suggested a brilliant idea for a patio extension – such things being important when you have two little ones with little scooters.
All it took for me to love gardening was for someone else to come and do it for me. Thanks, mum – you’re the best gardener ever.