I’m no gardener. I don’t like planting or weeding. I don’t know what things grow well where, I don’t even know what things are called.
But I love a garden. I love having space to unwind in, for the kids to play in, somewhere nice to look at out of the window. Strangely, I also really love cutting the grass.
My old garden was a funny one – a front garden, a side garden and a back garden. It was quite big and a funny shape, but I loved it – and I really loved my trees.
So how does this new garden grow? I don’t know! As we move into spring, I’m waiting to see what appears. We don’t have as many trees, but those we do have are pretty impressive. We have a large yew tree on the front garden – that’s because historically our house was built on the rectory garden and churches used to have yew trees to ward off evil (if memory serves me correctly). There’s another tall tree out the front which is going to have really beautiful blossom – I think it’s a magnolia, but I may be wrong. My tree knowledge isn’t the best.
At the new house my daffodils were some of the first in the village to come out. I had my first daffodil in the middle of February. And it was the ‘right’ sort of daffodil. There are a few crocuses in the front garden, loads of daffodils in the back garden and it looks like there might be some tulips too. There are wallflowers and who knows what else?
This year my excuse for not gardening will be that I’m waiting to see what grows. I need to know what’s here already before I can decided if we want to change anything.
But there’s one thing I do want to do. To mark us moving into this house and, because I really miss its quirkiness, I’m going to plant a ‘haircut tree’. That’s what this garden needs more than anything.