A few years ago, if I was asked to write a blog, I would have thrown them my best Severus Snape glare (Ahh… Alan) and replied between clenched teeth, ”I don’t have time, my seedlings need attending to.”
Truth is, a few years on and I no longer feel the need to constantly pamper my seedlings every five minutes, checking whether they’ve germinated. The days of gently turning and reassuring my unconfident seed potatoes, in tender tones, that they do look pretty with their outstretched tendrils, are long gone. It’s not because I’ve become complacent, far from it. The more the years pass, the more I delve deeper and deeper into this crazy world of horticulture. And so the confidence grows.
Please don’t think for one second that this is arrogance, we know gardening can be a fickle beast, and no sooner have you got something growing happily, Mother Nature throws the die, and a plague of locusts has consumed your heritage squash.
The beckoning of spring not only raises a smile (and the temperature!), but pulses too.. There’s so much that needs doing! Sheds need cleaning, pots need sorting, paths need fresh chippings, plots need digging.. Actually, you know what I said a moment ago about having it all sorted? Forget it! I’m back to square one.. clueless.. but happy.