I am not a gardener which was once proved when I dug up some lovely blue flowers on a verge for my Mum to be told they were weeds, albeit very pretty ones.
Trying to grow veg as a kid was very much hit and miss, and planting green beans resulted in mushrooms.
The lad next door was so intent on growing his carrots, that he dug them up every day to see how they were doing. Unfortunately they died.
My grandfather loved his flowers and my Dad grew his own fruit and veg for wines.
Quite a few boaters have wonderful displays of flowers on their roofs, but sadly our efforts at growing onions and tomatoes failed miserably last year. Hubby has cut out his bucket art and we shall be hanging them up in our new property.
This morning walking the dog we passed a garden that was abundant with colour and the smell from the flowers was amazing. We thought it was the roses, but I went back and had a closer sniff (if only Maggie could talk!) and it was from the miniature carnations.
Some of the gardens here are truly lovely, and I appreciate how much work goes into keeping them that way.
MSM loves flowers so I always make sure there are some indoors for her. Her garden is coming together with her pots and Hubby has sorted out some of her water features.
As for us, flowers are not our forte, but we are certainly looking forward to having a vegetable patch again and success with onions, tomatoes, beans, potatoes, and hopefully carrots if the soil’s right!