The Anti-Gardener
It is that time of year when all is hustle and bustle in the garden, weeding, late spring planting, watering, dead-heading flowers that have lost their early Spring grandeur.
Not in my garden I hasten to add – I hate gardening!
I hate the noise - the electric whine of a mower, the whirr of hedge-trimmers, the snick, snick, snick of wood-chippers.
There is always something to do! You never really seem to see people relaxing in their gardens.
So I look out of my kitchen window and think 'maybe next weekend' and content myself with the idea that I have created a haven for wildlife.
My sisters on the other hand love gardening, one of my sisters has a small gardening business in Australia and my other sister has recently moved into a new house and transformed concrete blocks into a haven of peace and tranquility.
That is not to say I have never gardened, I have grown all sorts of plants and vegetables and can wax lyrical about companion gardening and the like.
I like the idea of a garden, I just don't want to do any of the work. So if I had a garden where I employed a gardener (this is unlikely to happen) I would fill it with cyclamen, daffodils, tulips, scented roses, honesuckle, sweetpeas, peonies, scented geraniums, a magnolia tree... the list is infinite. I would then buy myself a deck chair, grab a pile of books and sit and read!
Contributed by Theresa
(Published 26th May 2017)
