Since I’ve been unable to work for pay with the dodgy ankle, I’ve been spending a fair amount of time sitting on my posterior watching gardening programs. This is both good and bad. Good because I’m learning, and bad because what my ballet teacher from years ago said is true – things you sit on get bigger. Hmmmn.
One English program I love is ‘The Edible Garden’ hosted by Alys Fowler. I love her! She’s a garden hippy in the fullest sense of the phrase – printed sundresses with wellies, fifties tortoiseshell sunglasses, scavenging for wild produce in the hedgerows, masses of curly red hair and an ‘organic’ way of intermingling her vegies and flowers – no straight lines or regimented rows.
She made the most amazing greenhouse in the episode I watched today and I am coveting it in the most disturbing way. Admittedly I have greenhouse lust anyway, but seeing one as quirky and fabulous as hers nearly reduced me to tears. A timber frame with salvaged 1930′s windows acting as the glass panels. Some were stained glass, some had lead lighting, some were bubbled and frosted. It was a glass confection to turn the most self-satisfied gardener green eyed rather than green thumbed.
Thankfully my Dad came to visit and dragged me away from the telly and into real life, where I immediately took him on a tour of my garden and then cajoled him into taking me into the village to buy garden supplies.
He didn’t leave empty handed though. I bundled him off with four Russian winter fruiting tomato seedlings, courtesy of Burke’s Backyard Magazine, for my brother – he can contribute to the nationwide experiment with me, and also a container of my homemade roasted pumpkin soup made with butternut pumpkins from Marg’s chook pen and Jap pumpkins from my landlords triffid patch.
Everyone happy really!
good start
Thank you – more passion than knowledge right now, but I’m thoroughly enjoying learning. Always happy to receive advice so feel free!
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“my ballet teacher from years ago said is true – things you sit on get bigger”
My friend and I are quite familiar with this concept, she refers to this as “call center arse” as we used to work in a call center phone room…
Ha ha ha – an equally apt name! I’m working in an office now, mainly on a computer, and it’s the thing I’m hoping the good genes will withstand. I’m constantly fidgeting as the urge to stand up and do a few lunges wars with the need to get the work done!
I have moved to the office environment now as well and I feel a little lucky that with my job I have to make frequent “mad dash” type trips to the printer to rescue my ego before someone notices all my mistakes!
Snort! However the exercise comes is good I guess!