I’m dying to start my garden. I’m hoping to plant some veggies this year and get a little bit of a working garden going. The weather has been against us so far, but I’m hopefully to get my veggie bed set up this weekend coming. I did start with some seeds about a month ago, but the wind smashed that up when it threw my put up propagator across the garden even though it was weighed down. My own fault when I underestimated the storm after storm situ. Luckily the garden fence has survived.
I was bought a book for Christmas which I intend to follow to get me started. I’m really hoping that it works and my will power will stick to it. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for an age and now we actually have a garden I can get stuck in to.
On the flower side, I got two different roses I planted last year in the front garden and a hybrid hydrangea too. The flower bed is only a couple of meters longs, so it’s not too big. I’ll stick to pretty flowers in the front garden. Considering peonies at the front but research is required to get them in the right place. We only get the sun on the front of the house first thing, as it travels over we are lucky enough to have the sunshine flooding the back garden all afternoon. I’d like to grow some lavender tubs to sit by the front door; I’ve always wanted that lush floral smell as you walk in the house, and of course to be lucky enough to dry and use the herb too.
In prep for my vision, Delilah and I have started seed planting. We’ve planted mainly herbs so far, as we need to set up the veg bed. We’d planted Chives, Rosemary, Thyme, Basil, Lavender, a couple of different types of tomatoes, Sunflower seeds and some misc flowers which I’m not sure what they are. Pictures below of what weve planted up so far. Please excuse the flags they need a wash down. But as you can see nothing has happened 2 days since planting, but my already established Parsley is doing pretty well with Delilah’s fairy door sharing the space.
Delilah had so much fun getting dirty hands, drawing on the labels and watering the newly bedded seeds. I really hope that they all work out, but I guess as a novice its al trial and error. In the meantime I’ll have fun with my little explorer getting it right. Hands in the dirt, I’m finding it therapeutic so far. I’m sure this is a trait I’ve collected from my Grandad.
My mind constantly drifts to him these days, and being honest I don’t think I dealt with his death in the slightest. Think I just got on with it. I’m hopeful I can transfer that energy into a garden he would have loved to have sat in with me. Where we could play his favourite music and just enjoy the peace of it all. I’ll be learning as I go knowing that if he’d have been alive he would have been able to give me some pointers. He always had the most beautiful gardens and I was frequently by his side causing chaos in them as a child. I truly miss that man.
Love and dirt covered hands,