The garden, or lotty, whatever, is virtually ESSENTIAL for a life to be complete and fulfilled ! I find that wor lotty s the stage for complete range of every emotion known to man. Despair to bubbling joy in a few days, when seeds come up where they should, or roughly close to. Gardening takes one out of the pain of misery and grief, by setting up challenges for you. It also connects you to something almost ethereal, spiritual and indescribable pleasures. You can dig, rake and just 'be', with your little patch of this planet, doing your 'thing'.
What you get out of it depends on wh at you put into it. Listen to what people have to advise, when sharing their experiences, then take it home with you, Potter. Have a deck chair handy, and a flask of what your scene is, chew on a sarnie, and perhaps the following year, you will be eating what you have produced by your own labours.
Gardening isn't a race, it isn't a timetable and it ain't on rails. Nature has it's own ideas, and laughs at our plans, intentions and ambitions. Go with nature and the natural speed of things. If it doesn't work, slow down, or speed up. No need to spend zillions of pounds for a good patch. Become a good gardener by checking out skips, and collect things for a rainy day.
I have, opened packets of seeds in a plazzy box, and within the box are spilled seeds mixed up together in a bewildering collection of what I call, 'Lucky Dip'. Carrots, parsnips, brassicas, radishes, Lettuces, peas and sweet peas, all take their chance in a spare row along an edge of the patches.
Bless you Lilly, and just let things happen.