Gardening My Way


I was looking at how my gardening had changed the look and feel of my home. My ex came to visit and he was amazed how my green thumb had improved. He remarked that when we were living together my efforts never amounted to much. Truth is that our ways or thinking were in opposite poles. Since I didn’t want to start an argument I quickly changed the subject.






You see, my husband was a control freak; he had to be the master of his domain. He’d spend hours perusing online shopping sites, looking for potato buckets and the right variety of seeds. He was also quite excited about how easy it was to find whatever he needed online.


Plants My way of working and living differed a lot much from his way; I was more the haphazard type, I went to the garden center, bought some herbs I knew I would use; brought some plants I liked, and stuck them in pretty pots. For me, the aesthetic side was as important as the practical one. On the contrary, my husband had no interest in anything that couldn't be eaten or utilized in some way. While I can see his argument, I also need the beauty and rest associated with this activity. It fills me with pleasure admiring the lovely flowers.


I have, in fact, got quite obsessional about it. I have moved only a few months ago and wanted to get the house sorted before I would think about the exterior. However, the good weather surprised me and suddenly I had a yen to sit outside in a pleasant environment.


I guess my better side took over, I'm now growing practical seeds on my window sill, although I must admit that I forgot to label them, so it's a pick-and-mix really. They've all germinated, but I won't know what they are until they start developing. I quite like the lucky-dip approach. Likewise, I managed to throw half the labels away from the flowers I bought, and I am now waiting for my mother to visit so she can tell me what I am cultivating.



This chaotic style really goes against the grain for him. I am sure it would have driven him mad to see rows of seeds and didn’t know what any of them were. He had to know what variety and stock the seeds came from, where I am simply happy with the magical process of putting a small fleck into the soil and it turning into a shoot. I'd be amazed if I get to the point where I can eat anything from my endeavor. While this is the aim, I am simply happy working at it.


But maybe the truth of the matter is, in my own way I am also a control freak. I am enjoying making my own decisions, where I don't have to consult anyone, and where I can be left to enjoy my way of working and living.




But maybe the truth of the matter is, in my own way I am also a control freak. I am enjoying making my own decisions, where I don't have to consult anyone, and where I can be left to enjoy my way of working and living.




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