My Dad was a smallholder, and I used to have to help pull leeks, plants spuds, pick strawberries etc, which generally I hated. However in our garden we were all given a patch for ourselves, and Mum used to let us pick out packets of seeds from the catalogues. I loved it, I grew mainly flowers, and was over the moon when I was 'promoted' to a bigger patch under the old apple tree. I had an old preserving pan with a goldfish in, he survived about 5 years in that, it was sunk into the garden.
I think I can say the enjoyment came from Mum, with Dad it just seemed to be cold, hard work. I've always grown things though in all of the houses we've lived in, we are on our 7th. This is the first garden I really designed though, all the others just 'grew' from what was there already.
I've tried to get the children interested, but as they are getting older the enthusiasm has waned. I'm just hoping with a firm gardening background, they will rediscover it once they get places of their own.
I think I can say the enjoyment came from Mum, with Dad it just seemed to be cold, hard work. I've always grown things though in all of the houses we've lived in, we are on our 7th. This is the first garden I really designed though, all the others just 'grew' from what was there already.
I've tried to get the children interested, but as they are getting older the enthusiasm has waned. I'm just hoping with a firm gardening background, they will rediscover it once they get places of their own.
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