All those years of watching Blue Peter on BBC 1 as a child, and not at any point did I think that the Blue Peter garden was the most enthralling section of the show. In fact, they would have been lucky if I didn't turn over to ITV and watch something equally uninteresting, '...but at least it wasn't gardening!'.
Now, I like to think I'm a little more mature. I have learnt never to turn over to ITV for a start. And I am more appreciative of the comforts of home but also realize I have to work at them. So I have decided that I would very much like to have a nice garden. The only problem is I have absolutely no idea what I am doing.
My partner Sarah, and I started to do something about the state of the garden last year, and for a short month or two, it looked reasonable. No Chelsea winner, but at least it wasn't all weeds. Over winter (and probably more accurately the football season) it has been neglected once again, but I do really want to make it decent, and hopefully this blog will keep me motivated. After all, that is the only reason I am writing it.
It is really going to be a log/diary of what I am doing in the garden and of what my thoughts about it are and possibly how futile they are. Armed with very little knowledge and all the information of the internet and exceedingly shallow pockets, it is likely to be a notepad of frustration.
So 'Tales from my Neglected Garden' will probably not be the most exciting gardening blog, or the most articulate piece of literature, but we shall see how it goes.
No comments:
Post a Comment