We moved from a flat with no garden – communal moss doesn’t count, to a house with a small garden.
I don’t know what size it is and I’m awful at guessing measurements but if pushed I would guess madly that it can’t be more than 6 metres by 3.
My parents are REALLY good at gardening and prefer the organised chaos look. The in-laws grow vegetables and rhubarb. So I feel a bit of pressure. This pressure is then increased by my parents suggesting all sorts of plants for the garden and expecting me to have a handle on what I want and to have long term plans.
The truth was that I had zero plans, I had the vague idea that growing edible stuff could be cool.
I knew the soil was clay with lots of stones in (and some random sand that was probably dumped when the house was build in the mid 1980s) and I knew compost was my friend! Then parents gave me £100 towards plants and a link to a website who had a sale on!
Now I am going to have to pretend that I know what I’m doing and what I want! No pressure!
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