So for this month’s challenge, I decided to go back to my roots…my garden roots. When I was a kid, and my parents weren’t divorced yet, my Dad was into the whole horticultural thing and was always planting or sowing some form of foliage or vegetation. In fact, he was so enthusiastic about it that he always tried to convince me that it was the greatest thing on earth since sliced bread. I was around 8 at the time and just couldn’t relish the idea of relentlessly digging into the ground with a fork or a shovel and pulling out weeds and stuff. Besides, the thought of earthworms and other gooey creepy crawlies grossed me out so much that I decided that I’d rather have my fingernails removed with a pair of pliers than go near his patches of vermin.
But I’ve since changed my mind. Almost 20 years later, this month’s challenge was to plough into a piece of the neglected and abandoned soil and sow some seeds of love. I’ve decided to start off small by only planting Coriander, Green Chili’s and Spring Onions because I use them often in my cooking and frankly, Rome wasn’t built in a day and I wasn’t about to become some kind of landscaper overnight. In addition to that, I wanted to plant a single Sunflower seed adjacent to the mother patch, because they're pretty (and apparently they take a lot of water and I didn’t want the Sunflower to rob the others of their nutritional needs).
And so, about 2 weeks ago, I set out and chose my derelict patch and begun digging. Man was that hard work! The top soil was rock hard so I really had to put my back (and my foot) into it. A mere 20 minutes later and there was a significant improvement. I then had to pull out all the weeds and parasitic roots, which meant that my thighs got more exercise in that hour than it did for the entire year (and I’ve been one active lady throughout this year what with putting in the hours at the gym and circumnavigating the UK on foot).
I then had to fertilize the ground somewhat…well let’s just say I tried my best *snigger*. We actually had a bag of fertilizer in the store-room, God alone knows why. I guess mother was optimistic and hoping for miracles. Then it was off to sowing my seeds and well, I’m not the most charismatic sower of seeds. I just plonked them into the ground and covered them up. I also fashioned a little fence of sorts from some discarded trellis to secure the perimeter of my little patch so that our weekly garden service guys don’t confuse my budding beauties for wicked weeds. Then came lots of water and a mere hour and a half after I began, I triumphantly stood over my little patch of this and that. It’s nothing glamourous, but it was a labour of love.
I’ve been watering it every day since, but I’m afraid that the erratic and unpredictable weather has been playing havoc and hampering the spurting progress of my lovelies. I hope that I wait not in vain. I’ll post pics if anything comes of it.