Posted: 25/01/2018 at 10:19
I grew up living on a small holding in what was then a small village surrounded by Market Gardens, a very fruitful area you could say my Uncles had farms close by with walled gardens as ours was. Those gardens fed the family and extended family at a time when supermarkets did not exist in the form they have today. I had my chores feeding animals mucking out and best of all helping in the garden, I had the best tutor as my dad would forgive my mistakes. It was knowledge of rotation of crops, what when and where to sow, Hot beds, resting, preparation and we had a huge midden for compost mainly horse muck which I would turn producing the best compost ever apart from the hot beds assembled every year which needed a lot of fresh manure to give the heat needed for early crops. Today the garden is ornamental with some fruit and salad crops, lawns for the Grandchildren and dogs to play on (not my dogs theirs) at weekends. A wonky knee and stiff back slow you down, the brain may be 21 but it has not kept up with the nature of things.
The Market Gardens are gone, now housing estates, Dads old garden now has a large detached house on it and the rest divided into three gardens, a secret peek in one day saw some lovely vegetables just as it used to grow. Nothing stays the same yet I now see veg patches again where once there was decking, lawns get smaller as people develop flower beds, people are getting the taste of food with the soil attached to the roots as we had, no bad thing there could well be a renaissance on the way.