knock loudly – I’m in the garden
In case any of my vast multitude of loyal followers had been wondering about the fate of my poor decrepit bay tree since I posted about it in March, well wonder no longer. It is dead. I tried my best: I watered it, I talked to it, I tried to enthuse it with a lust for life, but everything failed. All I can surmise from this experience is that some plants just don’t want to stick around. Which is a shame, since I really wanted this one to last. My cooking would be a great deal more flavoursome if it had done. But perhaps the bay tree sensed that I only wanted to cook with it. Maybe that’s why it gave up – it saw no point to its meagre existence. Anyhow, I’m over it now. Totally. So much so that I’ve removed the dead remains of the bay from its special nurturing pot, and planted lovage seeds therein instead. That was a couple of weeks ago, and now I’m beginning to suspect that my ‘special’ pot may in fact be a doomed pot, as I’ve not yet seen a single sign of life from those seeds.
However, all is definitely not lost in our garden, as my chief co-gardener is having a lot more success than me. See those little seedlings in the picture up there? They’re little baby beetroots! And we’ve got three whole pots of them so far. Actually I too have had some degree of success with plants, but only the kind that you buy ready-grown, when all you have to do is plant them out. I bought a nice, smallish clematis the other day, and within a week of planting it it had already roughly doubled in height. This makes me very happy indeed. And anyway, as you’ll soon see from the next picture, my poor track record has certainly not dampened my enthusiasm for gardening, ohhh no:
Somehow or other I appear to have gone all green-fingered over the past few weeks. I blame my absence from this blog on precisely this reason. I don’t know how it happened, though if I had to make a guess I would say my sister had something to do with it. When I last went home a few weeks ago and saw the astounding job she’s done of revamping our parents’ garden, I was filled with admiration and inspiration. Soon after that, I found myself lusting after nothing less than a mini greenhouse, in which I could grow a whole farm’s worth of seeds and thus, eventually, vegetables. Should I be ashamed? I can tell that this is more than mildly embarrassing in many respects. And yet, last week, I went out and bought one anyway. And very pleased with it I am to be sure (as you can no doubt tell)! So here is my first attempt at a crop of winter vegetables. So far, no sign of anything. But I am faithfully watering it all every day, and you’ll be the first to know if and when something starts to grow. I just hope I’m not the only one who finds this extraordinarily exciting. Watch this space!