Just in case you didn’t know, this week (30th April to 6th May) is National Gardening Week here in the UK.
It’s not all about weeding, hoe-ing and digging though, there are charity fundraisers and garden parties to be had, competitions, and tips to be shared.
Yeah, OK, I read the spiel on the website, and wish everyone luck.
Our garden is looking heaps better than it did, but our soil is much to be desired as it is heavily based in clay.
We have no idea if what we planted will thrive, so this year is very much trial and error for us, but whatever happens, it will be a learning curve and hopefully we shall have something at the end of it.
In the cottage garden, the soil was marvellous for our tomatoes, beans, onions, rhubarb, and potatoes. We had a go at growing swede and had a beautiful specimen doing rather nicely until we had a black labrador come to stay for the weekend and he took a shine, or should I say a dental set, to it.
Then of course we had our glorious apple tree, elderberry trees, and a little surprise at a plum tree that produced its first fruit the year before we left.
Gardens around here are mainly floral, and the colours are fabulous. I’m looking forward to seeing our own rose bushes in bloom, but they will not be for anyone else’s eyes as they are all in the back garden thanks to those drunken prats who dug up our Ancient Mariner.
Our neighbours both sides have greenhouses, one growing his produce in raised beds to avoid the clay soil. We may well end up doing that next year if our crops fail.
Gardening has never really been a hobby, though my Dad loved his and grew a lot of fruit and veg for his wines. Hubby gets out there and digs over the soil, though with the onions coming up (I can actually see one of the shoots from the bedroom window now) and Reginald and his siblings seemingly doing OK, we are leaving well alone for the minute.