TRISH TAKES FIVE: By Trish Burgess
I’m not good with plants. I usually kill indoor ones , albeit unintentionally, and have a habit of ignoring outdoor ones. My mum told me that once my child had flown the nest I would take an interest in horticulture, as she did when I left home. She explained that she needed something to nurture and, with kids gone, it was enjoyable to tend to plants and see them flourish.
I think she might be right. I have a sudden urge to start potting things: I planted herbs last weekend and am now about to become all ‘Tom and Barbara’ with a vegetable patch though, as Dougie pointed out, I’m very much a Margot at heart.
I’m having guidance for this Good Life transformation from our trusted gardener. We’ve had help once a week since we first moved to Holbeach and struggled to manage our garden. Moulton’s answer to Monty Don has watched, and frequently shaken his head, as Dougie and I have blundered our way through the seasons, pruning trees when we shouldn’t, planting things in the wrong place and, in the case of Dougie in particular, hacking at things willy-nilly.
He has recently constructed a raised bed in which to plant our veggies. I wasn’t entirely sure about this at first: it was rather large and, once full of compost, looked more like a plot for my own future interment, never mind a few radishes. I was reassured it would look better once it had some greenery in it.
Over the weekend, we took advantage of the warm weather and made a start. I bought a trolley full of seeds and bedding plants whilst Dougie tried to stop me being waylaid by a latte and a wodge of Victoria Sponge which is my default reason for visiting garden centres.
Back home I was faced with the job of planting tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, peas and spring onions together with slightly more unusual choices of pak choi, orange beetroot and a melon. It was technical stuff, working out distances apart and depth of planting. I took out a tape measure out at the beginning to ensure I was accurate but by the end of the afternoon was far more relaxed about the whole thing, flinging seeds about like a frisbee.
It’s just as well it was good weather on Saturday as it was World Naked Gardening Day. I wasn’t too sure about embracing this unique way of communing with nature, especially with Dougie so slapdash with the secateurs, but, my goodness, the people in Baytree were certainly surprised.
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