I’ve been pondering why I’m so interested in gardening. Why are some people driven to grow and others not. I’m fascinated by people who don’t grow because my family were always growing something, either a greenhouse-full of Tomatoes, or a row of Potatoes, or even a hanging basket full of Busy Lizzies copied from one we saw at Disney World!
There would be lengthy discussions before we went on holiday about who would water the garden. Of course, the Tomatoes would be fine because Dad had created his own drip-irrigation system complete with temperature controlled greenhouse ventilation. Even my Grandad had a garden full of roses and a shed made from old tin cans (didn’t everyone’s Grandad?).
I became obsessed with our garden. When I was about 13 I had a very small part of it to call my own where I planted ultra small plants and pretended it was a miniature garden. My miniature garden even had a bridge (stolen from the fishtank).
I must be about 17 in the photo above – well past my ‘miniature garden’ phase but definitely entering the Henna hair dye stage! You can see the Tomatoes in the background and if you look closely probably the watering system too.
My question is simple – how did you get into growing? Who introduced you to growing and how did it happen? What age were you? What was the first thing you grew?