No more putting it off. I’ve stared out of the window several times recently, thinking “Hmm, I should really get out there and do some tidying.” Then, I usually decide I’ve got something more important and less cold to do, like making a cup of tea.
The weather has been beautiful this week, so I dug out my gardening gloves, dragged the brown wheelie bin round the back and got stuck in. Unbelievably, it was actually warm enough yesterday to sit out and have our lunch when we’d finished.
We have to make the most of our pocket-sized North Manchester garden. At the moment, it mostly consists of brown bits, but that just makes the colourful bits shine all the brighter – like these chives. I love this beautiful blossom tree, which has grown right over our fence from our neighbours’ garden. I am not about to prune it back, it’s gorgeous and always seems to be in bloom when nothing else is.
We grew some vegetables in pots last year and we’re itching to give it a go again, so today we bought some seeds. CJ has decided she wants to grow peas. I reminded her that she doesn’t like peas. She said she does like peas. I bought the peas. If a child suddenly decides they like something green, then needs must. She’ll always try something we’ve grown ourselves. And if they don’t grow due to my lack of green fingers, I’ll be serving up some Birds Eye and swearing blind they are home grown specimens. Don’t judge me.