The Growing Obsession So Far

I was always told that I had a growing obsession. We had a small 6 x 12 meter back garden and a tiny front garden on a brand new development. The house came with turf, but that was about it. You can imagine. I didn’t have a greenhouse, a shed even, just an old dining table in the garage that I used to call my potting table. I covered it in oilcloth just in case we ever wanted to use it again. I loved sowing seeds. I would grow them from as early as I could, on the windowsills, or in the plastic flat-pack grow-house I bought from Wilkinsons. When it came to thinning out and potting on, I didn’t have the heart to bin any. If it looked healthy I would pot it on, knowing that I would never find room for them all in our garden. I knew my mum would have a few, and a friend of mine never had the heart to turn them down, but we would have these little pots everywhere. I would save up toilet roll inners to save a little money, knowing I could plant the whole thing in the ground and the cardboard would provide a little extra nutrient for the plant as it broke down in the soil, but we still had way too many plants. ‘You have a growing obsession!’ I would be told! I would sell quite a few from our front garden, using an Emma Bridgewater mug with a broken handle as an honesty pot (didn’t have the heart to throw that away either. I’m not a hoarder I promise you, there was nothing wrong with the ‘mug’ part!) I sold quite a few. One lady told me she only walked passed our house once a week when she had to drop her grandson home after nursery, but would quite often make a de-tour just to see if there were any new plants. I never asked for much money and would frequently grow obscure or unusual varieties of plants and she really liked this.

So, The Growing Obsession was in my heart. I loved my job, I was working on a golf course at the time, looking after the greens. I wanted to be a gardener, so kind of fell into Greenkeeping as I have no interest in golf (I have two dogs, they would love nothing more than to have a four hour walk so would be quite annoyed if I left them at home to take some golf clubs out across acres and acres of grass!) but I really enjoyed it. I only left because I was pregnant, and knew I wouldn’t be able to return once he was born. He is now 20 months old.

My Growing Obsession now is about gardening gifts. Looking back on my old dining table covered in oilcloth, using a pencil with no lead as a dibblet and making do with tatty gloves I would have loved some proper equipment. Like so many gardeners I know though, the pencil works fine thank you and given the opportunity to buy one for myself I would have rather spent the money on some more seeds! But a girl loves her gifts and to feel like a green-fingered princess…

 


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The Growing Obsession So Far

I was always told that I had a growing obsession. We had a small 6 x 12 meter back garden and a tiny front garden on a brand new development. The house came with turf, but that was about it. You can imagine. I didn’t have a greenhouse, a shed even, just an old dining table in the garage that I used to call my potting table. I covered it in oilcloth just in case we ever wanted to use it again. I loved sowing seeds. I would grow them from as early as I could, on the windowsills, or in the plastic flat-pack grow-house I bought from Wilkinsons. When it came to thinning out and potting on, I didn’t have the heart to bin any. If it looked healthy I would pot it on, knowing that I would never find room for them all in our garden. I knew my mum would have a few, and a friend of mine never had the heart to turn them down, but we would have these little pots everywhere. I would save up toilet roll inners to save a little money, knowing I could plant the whole thing in the ground and the cardboard would provide a little extra nutrient for the plant as it broke down in the soil, but we still had way too many plants. ‘You have a growing obsession!’ I would be told! I would sell quite a few from our front garden, using an Emma Bridgewater mug with a broken handle as an honesty pot (didn’t have the heart to throw that away either. I’m not a hoarder I promise you, there was nothing wrong with the ‘mug’ part!) I sold quite a few. One lady told me she only walked passed our house once a week when she had to drop her grandson home after nursery, but would quite often make a de-tour just to see if there were any new plants. I never asked for much money and would frequently grow obscure or unusual varieties of plants and she really liked this.

So, The Growing Obsession was in my heart. I loved my job, I was working on a golf course at the time, looking after the greens. I wanted to be a gardener, so kind of fell into Greenkeeping as I have no interest in golf (I have two dogs, they would love nothing more than to have a four hour walk so would be quite annoyed if I left them at home to take some golf clubs out across acres and acres of grass!) but I really enjoyed it. I only left because I was pregnant, and knew I wouldn’t be able to return once he was born. He is now 20 months old.

My Growing Obsession now is about gardening gifts. Looking back on my old dining table covered in oilcloth, using a pencil with no lead as a dibblet and making do with tatty gloves I would have loved some proper equipment. Like so many gardeners I know though, the pencil works fine thank you and given the opportunity to buy one for myself I would have rather spent the money on some more seeds! But a girl loves her gifts and to feel like a green-fingered princess…

 


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