Our only produce is the tubs of herbs and pots of vegetables planted by me and my children, and a thriving strawberry plant given to me for Mother's Day two years ago. When new leaves or flowers appear in our graden they are met with wonder as we marvel at nature's ability to bring beauty to the world. We never take our green space for granted. My garden may not be amazingly landscaped or like an allotment, but it is however a haven to my children who play in it tirelessly. It is an outdoor space that is full of fun and laughter. This is why it is so precious to me.
The divots in the lawn that become waterlogged in the rain are exciting muddy puddles to be jumped in with welly clad feet. Spiders' webs and creepy crawlies are the subjects of many a safari expedition. Pots of mud have replaced many of my attempts at seed planting. The over watered compost, stirred with a stick may not be hospitable to seedlings, but in the mind of my kids they are cauldrons of thrilling ingredients ready to weave their magic spells. Makeshift boats sail in my water butt. Chalk drawn masterpieces adorn my creosoted fence panels.
|My Great Garden Memories|
This is why I love my garden. These are my great garden memories which will endure long after any flower beds would have drooped and died. My children are the brightest blooms in my garden and my family's laughter is the most perfect harvest we can reap!