I love gardening. It seems that the older I get the more passionate I get about it. I’m not particularly good at it, but as my black thumb starts to turn a shade of olive, I seem to be developing a little understanding.
The sun is shining and I walk outside, the chickens get fed and the seeds get watered. The tiny seeds that were once inside a pumpkin. Seeds I saved from our time at Wollangarra, dried and then gently nestled back to life.
I step barefoot into our garden bed, there’s not a lot growing at this time of the year. The last of the peas are holding out hope that Elliot won’t pick them, pulling half of the plant off with the pea, before they are fully grown. The lettuce seedlings are reaching up towards the spring sunshine. Leaves will soon be ready to be added to our dinner plate.
One step higher into our broad bean forest, surrounded by artichoke taller than me. I sit, quietly watching the honey bees buzzing, pollinating the dainty white flowers. I reach in and start to pick a handful of beans, Elliot and I will pod them for dinner.
Stepping back down onto the deck, I stroll over the check the asparagus. The shoots are slowing down and the spears have mostly gone to fern. A necessity for the first few years of asparagus plants life, making sure to develop strong roots.
This is my gardening philosophy, casual, simple, fluid, passionate and loving.
This post is part of the Garden Share Collective (GSC), a group of gardeners from around the world who photograph and write about what they are growing each month. Each month the GSC has a theme and the theme for September is PHILOSOPHY.