A Green Thumb

I come from a long line of gardeners.  They are all tinged with that wonderful colour green, right down to their thumbs.  I like to think that I am also a gardener – where I am one with the earth and love getting my hands dirty amongst the worms and compost.  But to be honest, I just wasn’t blessed with a green thumb.  I have had numerous attempts over the years trying to beat the odds but alas, I have left a trail of abandoned lots, only growing weeds successfully.

When we moved into our home nearly 7 years ago we were blessed with a beautiful established garden that had been lovingly tended to by Nick’s grandparents.  A big oak tree providing shade on those hot Hobart days; fruit trees bearing apricots, pears and apples; evergreens, deciduous trees and blossoms – all bordered by beautiful sandstone paths, laid by hand.

I tried, I really tried to keep up with it – even getting out there when James and Poppy were babes and propping them next to me in their capsule whilst I snipped away.  Nick even gave me the nick-name “Mrs Snippy“!  Mrs Snippy used to love ‘snipping’ but not necessarily cleaning away her cuttings!

It was time to call in the big guns and we now have a GARDENER!  Richie has come to save the day … and our garden!  He has spent four massive days bringing this beautiful garden back to its former glory and it now looks as though someone does live here.

I still like to think I have a green thumb somewhere deep inside me that will ‘flourish’ when I am not so consumed with young children, but who knows.  I will concentrate on my other strengths until then and hope that it skips a generation and Poppy and James learn all the wonders of gardens from their Grandmothers!  Xx