This is the diary of my horticultural life tending my small garden in the beautiful city of Cambridge, as I aspire to create the idyllic, plantswoman’s ‘retreat from the world’ that exists in my head – and occasionally even makes it from dreams to reality! I got the green-fingered bug twenty years ago, and still have a great enthusiasm for this most engrossing and engaging of pastimes, which I hope to share. Gardening is about having a vision for your plot, and an emotional attachment to your plants, and you don’t need acres to have a wonderful garden – just patience and hard work!
I am a completely organic gardener, and, as I live in one of the driest counties in England, I am attempting to grow only plants that can tough it out through drought conditions. Somehow the fact that your plants have survived without artificial watering gives you a feeling of pride – like seeing your children out in the world, fending for themselves, and was partially inspired by Beth Chatto’s wonderfully written, and pertinent, The Dry Garden, who also famously gardens in East Anglia.
I am aided and abetted by my husband, who does all the truly difficult things like mowing at the allotment, admiring all the work, questioning any mad plans, and sitting drinking tea in the garden.