First green shoots
I've now been a gardener for a whole week, though to be honest I've not done much actual gardening in that time. What I have done is trot back and forth to my veg patch looking for signs of, well, anything, but have been disappointed to discover the same bare-looking oblong of mud.
It's slowly dawning on me that a large part of being of the green-fingered persuasion is waiting, watching and wondering. I'm beginning to worry that the 'watched kettle never boils' theory may apply to my veg patch, and the little things won't sprout up 'cos that scary lady with the yellow hair is still crouched down glaring at the ground.
This morning, though, there was a miraculous development in my window pots. Currently on my kitchen windowsill reside two small plant pots containing tomato seeds and two more housing my butternut squash seeds, and before this morning there had been no sign of life so imagine my delight when brewing up at breakfast I saw some beautiful baby green sprouty things sprouting up in each pot. I let out a small scream and nearly dropped my tea. I'm genuinely surprised by how thrilled I was. Hopefully if you planted your tom and squash seeds last week, you are seeing some action too.
Last Monday was the day I officially morphed from Sara Cox, DJ/presenter/international style icon to all the above plus vegetable grower. It all began with the very brilliant Toby and his Gardeners' World crew rocking up in their Dig In van with Ann from the blog, and besieging my garden to help create my vegetable patch. 38 cups of tea and a packet of biscuits later we'd dug up a 4 x 6 foot area and planted 3 rows of carrots and a square each of lettuce and beetroot.
We left a chunk free for my windowsill toms when they're big enough (I have a large tub for my squash). To keep my basset hound Snoop out we put a small green picket fence round the edge so it looks completely quaint and a little bit camp... I love it.
Since then I've had warnings from Brian, the lovely man who mows and tidies the lawn every fortnight, that on his allotment he's had to battle "carrot flies". Brilliant. As well as slugs, snails, wood pigeons, cats, foxes, small children and basset hounds, I now face a new gardening adversary:Â a fly that can apparently SMELL the carrots as soon as they begin nudging through the soil then wolfs them down overnight. PLEASE tell me he's winding me up and this mythical carrot-sniffing monster doesn't exist.
Please keep adding your comments to the blog - I'm loving reading about your potatoes chitting and kittens misbehaving. I'm insanely jealous of llanelligardener's corn on the cob and empathise with the glazing over that occurs in the eyes of pink-fingered people whenever veg patches and pots are mentioned. My boyfriend suffers terribly from vegpatch-boringitus. Hopefully I can cure him with some delicious homegrown carrots soon.
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