Until a couple of summers ago, I’d be pretty much the last person you’d expect to find in a garden. I had no real interest in flowers or plants of any type. I’d have sworn I’d never, ever plant anything. Ever.
But then I my mother and I held the little long-distance cactus growing contest that I mentioned the other day. I was smitten with those tiny cactus babies, waking up excitedly every morning to see how they were doing. Like pets, but less cuddly. Now I’ve moved to the UK and completely taken over the garden here. I’ve even made a little vegetable garden with radishes, carrots, beans, leeks, cabbage, broccoli, spring onions growing already – lettuce, pak choi, eggplant, and cucumbers on the way.
(Spoons from a local charity shop, made into markers vaguely following this tutorial – I’d also love to make some like these if I could find an affordable metal stamp thingy set. Also, this ‘planter’ is actually an old bookcase, back removed and turned on its side!)
Quite a personality shift, but actually I think a lot of it has to do with the *other* stuff I do. I used to spend most of my time looking up new music online or at gigs in the big city – neither of which are really sitting-in-the-garden type of activities. Now I enjoy the quiet and slow pace the garden promotes – not creepy-quiet with the soft swish of traffic on the other of the fence, family members popping out to chat, the cat rolling about in the sun, the dog playing ball, and (of course) my iPod. But a nice, taking-it-easy kind of quiet.
I’ve taken to embroidering in the garden any time I’m able and, just like buying a house will make one suddenly interested in home improvement television, I’ve really enjoyed prettying up my work area. I don’t pretend to know anything about plants or botany or growing stuff in general – I just like what’s purdy. There’s a ton of young flowers still to grow up (more on that shortly), but plenty to enjoy in the meantime …
… including fresh radishes in my salad …
… and a teeny tiny fairy garden!