No-one in my family grew their own when I was a nipper, but Wellie's Grandad grew Tomatoes in his greenhouse, and she has fond childhood memories of this, which planted the seed, so to speak.
For us it was a combination of Shelley's passion for gardening, and the wisdom 'on tap' from elderly next-door who says: "If I can't eat it, why would I want to grow it?"
And so, now, our garden comprises two-thirds fruit, veg, herbs & greenhouses and the rest is our little floral haven.
The conservatory, as I write, which I might add, is our dining room, has been taken over by Wellington Boots' Propagators, seed packets, dibbers, dobbers and her growing notes - god help me! If I moved them, I might be able to find my dinner....!
AND the Little Boys' Room (loo) has been taken over by gardening magazines and new season catalogues - help!
For us it was a combination of Shelley's passion for gardening, and the wisdom 'on tap' from elderly next-door who says: "If I can't eat it, why would I want to grow it?"
And so, now, our garden comprises two-thirds fruit, veg, herbs & greenhouses and the rest is our little floral haven.
The conservatory, as I write, which I might add, is our dining room, has been taken over by Wellington Boots' Propagators, seed packets, dibbers, dobbers and her growing notes - god help me! If I moved them, I might be able to find my dinner....!
AND the Little Boys' Room (loo) has been taken over by gardening magazines and new season catalogues - help!
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