Well here goes, Guest Blog No. 1. This dubious honour has been given to my dear friend Cathy Marjoram and her photographer (amongst other things) husband Stefan. This lovely couple were my next door neighbours in Bristol. Due to their annoying ability to turn their hand to anything and everything, from constructing elaborate fancy dress outfits to making the finest tiramisu, they were known to myself and the OH as The Swotties. It was here that myself and Mrs M gardened in parallel and got up to our fair share of high jinx. Their new garden in Somerset is both effortlessly anarchic and irresistibly charming. A couple of weeks ago, whilst dallying in a meadow, she broke her ankle. As we would say in Bristol “NIGHTMARE”! Over to you me deario.
This month, which should have been one of my more frantic months for gardening, potting stuff on, planting stuff out, reseeding lines of seedlings which have been eaten whilst there’s still time to start again…I have been mostly..doing nothing, on account of my broken ankle. I have tried the odd, doddery shimmy through the borders to remove a clump of mares-tails that I can no longer bear to pass again without action, only to stomp on some eager little seedlings as I fail to execute a graceful pirouette on my purple plastered leg on the way back.
I have also had the tortuous experience of watching other well meaning people do the odd bit of gardening for me. My mum planted out my tomatoes in a formation of which she clearly didn’t approve, jamming them in in a hearty and vigorous fashion, with little regard for their fragile stems – how anything survives transplanting in her garden I do not know (but it does – and thrives). My brother, on the other hand, planted out the sweetcorn with military precision, only to have to replant them all after mum said he should have loosened the roots first…..I didn’t get involved.
After they’d all gone, I quietly hobbled to a shady corner of my vegetable beds, and planted out some desperate carrot seedlings. Wrong situation I know, but it was all I could reach….and I could do it myself, and at the moment, that’s all that matters!