Posted: Today at 10:11
Growing up with a mad keen gardener, my Dad on a small holding with a very large walled garden helped. Although he was also a Haulage Contractor every spare minute was in the garden which fed not only us also an extended family. He got up with the dawn went to bed with the sunset and as the only son I had my nose in everything.
If you cannot eat it or sell it do not grow it was his motto “err” apart from his beloved Chrysanthemums his long row of Madonna Lily's and his Carnations, all of which won him prizes at the local shows so the lad who took a Sturmy Archer hub gear apart at twelve, was told that will never go back together, it did back on the bike and worked for years was also into livestock and gardening. It rubbed off as I watched a thousand years of husbandry put to good use pre- and during the war a godsend during food rationing.
Secondary School the Army and years without a garden then back to it and guess what, made all the mistakes trying to short cut, be modern, there must be an easier way syndrome, well there isn't.
Several houses and gardens later and 27 I wish, multiply that by a lot and here I am, Dad was right, if you do a job do it properly or not at all.
Adding to the knowledge of new gardeners is a nice feeling, they do not have to listen or do it my way, (they should write a song about that), and only post what I know about. My computer is surrounded by gardening books ancient and modern, gardening programmes a must and my real love of bringing back to life and health the plants my Daughters kill.