Now that I'm married and have a house of my own, I have my own garden. As a child, I wasn't that fussed about plants and gardening - except the pea and tomato plants. But I love my little patch now - my garden is about 1/5th the size of my parents; but I don't mind - work means a bigger garden would be too much to manage. I love to get out and see what's growing and changing; most of the time I haven't much of a clue what I'm doing, but I am learning (gradually). This year hasn't been easy because of the weather (and the small matter of having a baby at the end of March), but even still, I've made a little progress.

There were some delights in the garden before i started - a lovely tree, a delightful clematis and some nice landscaping. I have grown a lovely dogwood, a nice eucalyptus bush which is starting to flourish, some lovely lupins and lavenders. My herb bucket is doing well and my baskets and pots are pretty this year. I have some disasters - my roses are still poor after three years and I can't grow lily of the valley for toffee - my camelia seems to have bit the dust aswell after a lack of attention over the winter; but you can't have everything. I have managed to encourage my eldest son (3) to plant and watch seeds grow - we are transferring some sweet peas this week; and I'm glad to say he is starting to love his little patch as much as I did. It's a promising start.
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