Having been bereft of full time help in the garden this month due to Amanda finding she needed to spread her wings in search of a teaching post, I am well and truly reconnected with the garden on a daily basis. A cathartic process in some ways enabling me to take back control over the daily running of the garden. The design business has meant that past few years I had been overseeing and planning now I am well and truly stretching and bending limbs and tendons!
We all get truly fired up at this time of year when the first flushes of colour erupt and emerge through the soil. All is neat and tidy and in control before the madness of summers prevails with all its flourish and abundance.
I have lost count of the packets of seeds I have sown and the amount of trays which have germinated is growing by the day. Followed shortly by the monotonous and laborious task of pricking out and potting on.
I have been delighted that Sam has shown a modicum of interest in our horticultural pursuits this year, he was persuaded to buy a goodly amount of heritage seed potatoes from a local supplier and started out in his endeavour to plough and furrow in the field with great gusto. This enthusiasm did start to wane slightly when the task in hand proved to be a rather mammoth one however perseverance and sheer bloody mindedness won out and we now have a rather large bounty of potatoes to look forward to. This green fingered craze was further displayed by John who decided to grow carrots and celeriac to enter into the Nairn show. I have never truly understood this male fascination for growing the longest, biggest anything’s I can only assume it has similar connotations to other manly traits.
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