Posted: Yesterday at 10:12
Funny old world. My art Master told me I would earn a living white washing toilets, all the rage back then. I learnt my gardening watching Dad as he provided winter and summer for an extended family out of his large garden, "if you cannot eat it do not grow it" yet he did have in my eye's a wonderful colourful garden. I became an Engineer, is my garden a mathematical equation, no, do I carry out the engineers creed, "Cause, Effect, Cure" no. Colour coding to me is a myth as plants will do their own thing, at the moment I have a patch of bush Buddleia in full bloom attracting the insects and butterflies which I did not plant, my Japanese Anemone like the Buddleia came from next door, is it instantly wiped out because it is not in the great plan, no.
My Garden is a bit of all my experiences it has evolved over the 31 years I have lived here, do I grow things to please the neighbours, no, it reflects my moods and needs, is that not the whole idea of a garden?