This strangely cold and lingering winter weather means that I’m kicking off my gardening year much later than I can ever remember. It’s almost got me thinking that maybe I’m losing my #gardeningmojo
However finally, right bang at the end of March, light blue skies are slowly spreading above me and those soul-warming moments of spring sunshine are becoming more frequent.
It’s coaxing me out into my patch, and into my greenhouses.
At this time of year, that smell and sensation when I enter in is hard to describe. The feeling is so complex, so very important to me as a gardener and a happy human being. I feel both grounded, and quietly content, but also excited and alive when I’m in that space. Such special memories flood my mind: my granddad carefully taking his geranium cuttings; my dad sloshing cans of feed around his tomatoes, the colourful sight of my first full tray of Coleus seedlings with their tiny technicolour leaves. To be inside a greenhouse feels like I’m fulfilling a very important, deep need.
It’s as if I’m in my natural habitat. It’s completely right on a myriad of sensory levels. It’s the joy of being free to focus on the little things that I find so soothing and satisfying.
Thoughts about what I might want or I don’t have just dissappear, and instead it’s as if my greenhouse is almost reminding me that happiness lies inside.
So as I sow my first seeds (an Italian tomato variety called ‘Pomodoro Astro’), I’m going to start my growing season with a warm little note to myself and to you too for the year ahead…
Let’s get gardening, let’s get happy and let’s make some new #greenhousememories