Posted: 26/01/2017 at 13:18
So was I, Posy.
The first garden I remember was in a Surrey town. The garage was on the left as you faced the garden and there were raspberries growing by it. Lawn in front of the house, then a low wall with aubretia, then a row of apple trees, more lawn on right, veg garden on left. My sandpit at the end of the veg garden. At the end was a greenhouse on the left and a shed on the right. Between the 2 was a blackberry bush growing up the brick wall. I was sick from eating too many blackberries when I was about 3. In front of the wall was a patch of grass where our 2 tortoises lived.
The front garden had a large messy bed full of calendulas. My mother just let them get on with it. She always preferred growing vegetables.
There must have been roses, in the front, I think, because when horses went by, there was a racing stables, my father used to rush out with a shovel to put the droppings on the compost heap for his roses. There were trade people's horse and carts too, but I can't remember what. I loved horses.
When I was 11 and my parents had 6 children, 2 pairs of twins, we moved to an old farmhouse in the country with a bigger garden. My mother still grew veg and my father had a rose garden with brick pillars with roses climbing up them and roses on formal beds. There was a big shrub bed at the side. Mum used to moan about the ground elder in it and sometimes a man came to dig it out. There was a big flower bed, usually full of weeds, but flowers grew too. Also a fruit cage, we kept our guinea pigs in it as it was properly fenced and netted. That was kept much tidier than the flowers!