I must be really turning into my parents now, because I’m starting to see the appeal of gardening.
It’s something which happens to you slowly. First you start yawning on nights out. Next thing you know you’re contemplating where to put a raised bed.
Our new house has a reasonably sized garden, which at the moment is pretty much just a lawn. To use an estate agent’s cliché, it’s a blank canvas.
My first stop was to get a bit of colour, so I decided to get some pots at the garden centre. I went for two hydrangeas with big, beautiful blooms – one blue, one pink. Keeping these looking tip top has already been more involved than I expected and I am fast becoming full of hydrangea facts.
I also planted my own mini herb garden in a pot with mint, rosemary and basil. Absolutely no research went into this and I have since read that mint is best potted on its own, or it takes over. I plan to drink lots of mint-laden mojitos to keep it in check.
The lawn was in a bit of a state when we got here, and the war on moss has well and truly begun. Who needs a gym membership when you’ve got a rake?
So that’s how my adventures in the garden have begun. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I intend to learn. I’ll be sure to share any of my new found wisdom!