70. How does your garden grow?
This week I am getting brave and adding photos from my own garden for possibly the first time in the year that this weekly feature has been running, don't worry I've added in a couple from grandads and Wisley just to add a touch of glamour to the occassion too.This week I've been discovering the joys of gardenwear, or as I like to call it 'jardin-chic'. I've spent many hours digging up turf and de-stoning the soil ahead of the sleepers going in for the raised beds and the whole getting physical in garden affair has left me clear about what it is I need to wear when gardening.
When gardening I must wear:
Baggy linen trousers - skinny jeans are just not cut out for digging and only serve to show my lovely neighbour Alex my gardeners-butt (it's like a horticultural Builders Bum)
Baggy t-shirt - I fished out a huge one that had previously been relegated to my pyjama shelf. This lead to Kitty looking at me as if I had gone stark raving mad and quizzing me as to why I am wearing my PJs in the garden...
Big, not very supportive bra - this is the key item. Now I 'get' the whole Charlie Dimmock swinging-free-boobies thing that I grew up with on tv (for our foreign joiners in - she used to be on a TV gardening programme and always appeared to be bra-less). This week has taught me that the bending over and standing back up straight-ness of gardening should not be attempted if you have an ample bosom and a tight bra combo. Standing up is fine like that, but everytime I stood back up again I appeared to have popped out of the bra cup and adopted a second pair of breasts.
Okay, enough with the apple blossom now...
Other lessons learnt include:
Get a decent spade. The second cheapest spade from a major DIY store isn't a shrewd investment. It's handle soon becomes wobbly and will only annoy you.
Gardening gloves are not for girls they are actually to stop you getting blisters / pricked / not eaten alive by baby ants as you plough through their nest with a trowel.
Sun cream isn't just for kids, it's also for middle aged ladies who insist on gardening in the midday sun wearing their pyjama top.
Above two photos: Adored seeing this blanket of cerise Rhododendron petals in grandads garden this weekend, it looked so striking, I don't think these shots do them justice.
Above two: These grow in a pot by our front door - note the broken off chives - that's Kitty, she keeping eating them!
Good things in my garden this week:
Baby blackbirds are flying about and are at the 'no fear' stage of life, presumably they have yet to see the cat of the chap two doors down up close and personal yet. They are adorable and fly down and start eating worms from the freshly dug soil not 2 feet away from me as I dig on.
I've been making some big planning decisions about the front garden and as luck would have it a slight influx of work means that I'll have some spare money to turn my daydreams into a reality.
Kitty has been showing a keen interest in gardening this week. I've pretty much decided that she is keen on anything she sees me doing a lot of, at the moment that's taking photos and gardening. We've planted sunflower seeds in little seed trays and will transfer them to big pots and the garden once they grow a bit. Kitty's runner bean plant that she brought home from school and grew herself is now big enough to need bamboo poles to support it, we've decided to take it to Grandads garden where she can plant it with his ones.
And now for a final POP of color...