I have always pottered in the garden, as did my mother, but she always regarded it as 'Mans' work. Goodness knows why as after my father passed she proved to be a brilliant gardener.
Always searched for large gardens but 3 children put pay to anything like flower beds, although I did develop a shrub border.
Slowly a garden became less important so the next house move meant thta we downsized the garden. it was overgrown so once again i pottered, clearing a bit, growing a few beans. Then Ill health forced me to leave work and I was looking out at this tamed mess. So with pruning saw I chopped and removed stuff (also very therapeutic) discovered buried slabs and then began to recognise weeds. - I did nurture a clump of ground elder until my then NDN moaned about it.
After I had cut and discovered things my son, then at uni, cme home and said why don't you try planting instead of destroyng. It was like a eureka moment. I designed and planted up little garden and began to crave for somewhere that I could design and plant up. Move house and i am here, largish garden, started from scratch, still very much develpoing it. Mind you we did have to clear it first.
Have tentatively started to grow a more varied amount of veg apart from runner beans
Now I am so hooked I spend nearly every day in it, plan trips/ holidays so that I can visit others and if too wet trawl through catalogues, gardening books planning the next stage.
Yesterday, for instance , a circle where the butterflies are had been designated a wild flower area but while looking, weeding I realised because of its prominence in garden it needs to be planted up properly - I think big bright annual bedding in a formal display, can't wait for the seed catalogues to come to plan it