Deep down, somewhere, inside all of us is a provider, a nuturer, a grower… a gardener – at least, this is what I HAVE to believe!
When we relocated back to Sussex, we took on my Grandma & Grandpa’s garden. I say Grandma & Grandpa, but it was most definitely my Uncle Joe’s garden. It was his passion, his life. It was glorious in its prime. So, I feel big big pressure to do it justice.
Now, whilst we have been blessed with huge apple and pear trees that sort themselves out, we also have quite a bit of veg-growing space. I’m a total novice, in fact, I’m worse than that, I am to plants what the black death was to London… let’s just say, I’m not a gifted or natural gardener.
So, we are trying our very very best to make something special. I want to make my Uncle Joe proud. I’ll admit that it was looking a bit old-fashioned, so I’ve mainly been concentrating on making it a bit better looking and useful and then thinking about the plants after that.
To say that the project is a constant development, would be an understatement. I guess, as any garden does, it will evolve, change, move. As such, I’ll keep showing you what we’re doing & then hopefully you’ll think I’m becoming Charlie Dimmock, but WITH a bra on!
So, here, I present you with our raised beds – these now have potatoes, red & white onions, peas, sweetcorn, beets and turnips in them, so, with any luck, you’ll be able to see some of our
awful prize-winning produce soon.