I've never been good at growing things, so when we moved into this new flat with a raised bed in the back garden, I didn't think I could do much with it.
But the lure of trying out this gardening thing in the privacy of my own back garden so no one could see how many mistakes I made was too much... and so I went a bit, well, crazy.I did all the things you're supposed to do: watch too many episodes of Gardener's World and Beechgrove, order random inappropriate and outlandish seeds and have dreams about a bounty of vegetables instantaneously. Patience has never been one of my best qualities, so some would say gardening isn't really the best kind of thing for me.
Anyway, I've gone ahead and planted a bunch of things anyway, some of them by following the proper instructions and some things by just chucking a pile of seeds on the compost and hoping for the best. Thankfully, the seeds I've thrown out there - lettuces and salad crops - are sort of meant to be thrown.
We've got tomatoes I've grown from seed - Moneymaker and Gardener's Delight, lots of potatoes both in the garden and a couple patio bags - Charlottes and Foremosts, mint leftover from before, some struggling rocket, flat leaf parsley, two pak choi which we've already eaten, some thyme and a big patch of assorted lettuces - some Lolla Rosa, some random bowl lettuce, some random salad seeds I got free with a catalogue or something. There's also some mangetout and climbing french beans I've just put in, and some courgettes are sprouting on the window sill.
Of course, at the moment there's not a whole lot to actually eat from the garden yet. Waiting, waiting, waiting. I'm not always good at this part.
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