Gardening

I'm not great at gardening, something that is a constant source of frustration for my green fingered Mother, sadly that skill did not pass down to me. Give me the most hardy of plants and I will somehow manage to kill it off with the very odd exception of an orchid .... I "rescued" it a few years ago from the "sale" shelves in Sainsburys and paid a whopping £1.20 but I nursed it back to health and have enjoyed bloom after bloom, it even survived the move down to the beach!

Anyway when I moved from California back to England, my Mother set me up with 4 planters all full of daffodils that I was assured with the right care would bloom year after year, and they have. After 5 years and one move to the beach, they have run their course and stopped blooming.  The trouble with always having adventures is that one rarely finds the time to do "grown up" things like housework or gardening, so our compromise this weekend was,... once we returned from our latest camping adventure, Wolf and I had to strap on our "adult" heads and do the gardening.

Pi......(short for Pisces)

Monkey mowed the lawn while Wolf and I pulled weeds and emptied the planters, then one trip to Homebase and a lot more money than we had intended on spending, we now have 4 planters all full of flowers and "Pi"..and addition to our menagerie of fake animals.

Its really quite satisfying to see our handy-work all finished, I always start with an idea of what I want the plants to look like, but unlike the computer programs I work with when designing, gardens will take on a life of their own, and I'm slowly learning that gardening is not about producing the perfect finished piece but about putting all the pieces together and allowing them to grow and develop into their own works of art.