One of my favourite things to do on sunny days like today is lie in the garden with a good book. My mum has pretty green fingers and the garden is a riot of colour at the moment. Our patio faces west, and on long summer days it is bathed in sunlight from lunchtime until about nine o’clock.
I don’t usually get involved with the nature side of things. Plants tend to do better if I look at them and admire them from a safe distance, but don’t actually touch them. When I was at university my mum once made me a cactus garden in a pot, and I even managed to kill that.
But today she asked me to get the seeds out of some dried bluebell husks, so I sat outside and put them in a ramekin, as if I was shelling peas.
The seeds were tiny, black and shiny. I said they looked like caviar and my mum laughed.
When I had finished, she asked me if I fancied planting some bulbs and seeds under the apple tree. A while ago my grandma gave us a bag of old bulbs, mostly tulips and daffodils, and they’ve been waiting for someone to do something with them. Given my lack of ability at making things grow, I was dubious, but said I’d give it a go.
It was backbreaking work, clearing the soil and planting all the bulbs and tiny seeds deep into the earth. I also quickly discovered I preferred to use my hands rather than a trowel. I felt like a small child making mud pies, and soon looked like a chimney sweep.
While I was digging, this little fellow kept me company!
Eventually I was done, and my little patch of garden looked like this.
Will anything grow? I hope so, but I’ll have to wait until next spring to find out. I’m hoping it’ll be full of daffodils, tulips and bluebells. In the mean time we’re going to plant some grass seed and hope for the best.
I think I could get into gardening after all…