23 April 2008
Taking back the garden
I’m not a winter gardener. I’m not even an all-weather gardener, actually. Somehow, over the winter, it’s not just that there’s nothing much going on outdoors, but I retreat from green spaces and forget about nature to some degree. Spring requires me to thaw out and allow my dormant green-ish fingers to wake before I can reconnect with life in the soil.
Today was the first day that I felt like I was back in business. There have been several days recently when I have done bits and bobs out in the garden, but today it felt more like I’d got my gardening groove back.
The potager is finally starting to look as though it might produce something worth harvesting in time. I have clearly planned as badly as usual and will need to have a major re-think for next year (an entire bed of broad beans is completely stupid – I love them but Owen doesn’t eat them). But that doesn’t really matter. What’s more important is that I’m rediscovering my enthusiasm for all things veg.
Which is just as well, because after getting Owen and my Dad to move all that slate, I would be in deep trouble if I’d decided it was no longer my thing!