48. Growing things in the Garden

A couple of weekends ago, after many weeks of threatening but never doing, Herself and I went down the Garden Centre. We bought compost-stuff and seed-stuff and plant-stuff and a grower-thing and brought it all home to test what being able to do 9 press ups means in the real world when you have to carry all your new stuff from the car to the garden.

We chucked a load of the compost-stuff and some incredibly smelly pellets called 6X on the beds, dug it in a bit with a fork or spade, and then I planted some little plants.

Reader, they're growing!

I go out there morning and evening to check on them and water them and talk to them nicely. One plant (it's a variety of lavender, I think) has gone from being quite small to being quite large and it has TWO flowers! The eau-de-cologne mint has also gone from being small to being large and when you wuffle it with your hand it makes the air smell tangy like citrus.

I have had one definite failure and one possible failure. One of the phloxes just died, and I'm not sure if my lily-of-the-valley should be showing sprouty things yet or not so it might have died but I can't bear to dig it up to find out.

The dog likes eating the 6X so we have to keep her off the beds which is quite a job when she's hungry.

So finally I've got to the gardening age. Turns out it's fun. Turns out also that my definition of 'fun' has changed in the last decade. Oh well, I never liked cocaine that much anyway...