After two years of burning all my tomatoes and drowning my cucumbers, I seem to have finally got the hang of my greenhouse, and spend half an hour happily messing around in there each day.
I think it was Alan Titchmarsh who divided gardeners into "workers" and "potterers" and I definitely belong to the latter group. I don't want to spend all day double-digging a bed, like the bloke next-door. I want to stroll out in between football matches and wander the estate, watching the growth, checking for pests, pricking out the odd tomato shoot, stroking the lettuce seedlings and wondering if the plant in one of the pots is really a chilli plant or just a weed I've nurtured very lovingly for the last two months.
On a bad day slugs have had my basil seedlings. On a good day the smell of tomatoes takes me straight back to my grandad's greenhouse of my childhood.
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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