Posted: 30/12/2012 at 22:48
Well, my grandfather was a keen Dalia shower and veg shower. We lived on a farm when I was younger and my dad used to tell me all about the plants and veg. My mum told my sister and I that fairies lived in the privet and lavender and the I wasn't to touch the apple tree as the apple Jack man wouldn't be happy. My dad hurt himself on the farm and had a major operation on his back then had bacterial meningitis when I was 8. It damaged his memory very badly. He lost his job and we lost our home. When we moved, the people that had had the house before us had ruined it. Broken boulders, kitchen cupboards and half cars were all part of the garden. Dad rebuilt the garden as he recovered and then he started his own landscaping business which he had for 28 years before he retired. I worked with him for 17 years, in between high school, Art school and my part time job. I never really bothered about the garden until I fell ill 6 years ago next month. I had meningitis and it left me with ME. I spent two years in leg splints and crutches. At that time I had my own wee cottage in the country and I could only walk around the garden before I was exhausted. My dad came down and did little bits for me, explaining what everything was and between us (the meningitis caused problems with both our memories) and using my grandfathers books we muddled through to create a garden that followed my path in my pagan ways. Everything either had a magical purpose, medicinal, edible or wildlife. I could not be without a garden now. I do get a bit of stick because I have old bike petrol tanks as planters and will have veg in all my old bike tyres but...I love it.