Do you ever look at your garden and think, what’s the point? I did the other day. I was quite shocked that such a thought could enter my mind since I’ve been so obsessed with growing vegetables on my tiny plot for the last year now. I had quite a busy day on Sunday. I spent a long time fighting weeds, edging beds and mowing grass pathways. After which I sat down and thought, ‘this is neverending, I might as well be a mouse on a wheel’. The weeds will only grow again, the grass will only take over the path again, who am I trying to please? Do I want to carry on doing this for the rest of my life? When I’m gone will people say, ‘she had a neat plot’. Will I be happy with that? I know growing vegetables is so much more than fighting weeds. It’s about growing something from seed, and then watching as your family enjoys it’s fruits. It’s about having a front row seat while the seasons change. It’s about ruddy cheeks and cold fingers when otherwise you would be sat watching Saturday morning TV. But… the relentless nature of it sometimes seems that it’s a bit futile. Come on, someone talk me into weeding again, please!