My Garden. April Showers.

The fact that I can have a blog titled in this way is extraordinary. See my March blog: "Onions".


However, I now have a garden of my own. In fact, *smug*, I now have a red brick, family home with a garden and a garage. I have a view over fields, a tiny front lawn with a small picket fence and a patio. In short, I am a Privet Drive sort of dweller minus the wizard living in my understairs cupboard. Which, incidentally, contains the hoover (which is actually a vacuum cleaner), spare dulux (which is probably Homebase own) and a pair of 1960's stepladders with a myriad of paint splatters adorning it.


The onions, now in my veg plot, are in a good crowd with spuds and garlic as their bedfellows. I even have my own herb garden complete with mint, sage, thyme, lavender and a bay tree. In fact, with the nettles, rhubarb and dandelions on the lawn, my "Kitchen Garden" is coming together nicely*.


Since moving the April Showers have been doing their dance. While this has been annoying road users it has pleased the grasses and crops in the fields as they have responded by becoming greener and lush, the birds have been singing louder over the constant sound of the rain and a large female blackbird stuffed her beak with too many worms to carry. 


Yesterday the sun shone. I put laundry out to dry and explored. I met a catty friend, see pic, and found the smallest of "new" potatoes had fallen onto the patio in a bid for kamikaze self harvest. 


I now have my garden and the pressure is on to enjoy it, use it and attempt to feed myself and my partner from it. I hope for a clear May now that April is done with and look forward to sitting on my patio with a large glass of something cool with the fire pit burning and a good book waiting to be read. It would seem that my whinging was no bad thing, after all...

*Be under no illusions that I have done any of this work. My Ma is the one to thank.