I got into gardening really when we had our first home and I was influenced by my mum who loved gardening .I found as time went on The enthusiasm for gardening increased and I would miss not having a garden.I have learned a lot and made many mistakes and still do but I find books and programmes helpful and inspiring.
FG, after my time I think. I was more into Bill & Ben. Remember Roadrunner, the one with tweetypie and the cat (?) and Scoobydoo but that was Grandson's time.
No, definitely not seen it.
I feel old and this has nothing to do with how we got into gardening.
Only last year After twenty years of living in apartments and successfully murdering countless window boxes by lack of water and/or attention, we bought a house five years ago with a huge back garden, dropping in three terraces, and completely laid to lawn. After four years of staring glumly at that plain and boring lawn - and vainly hoping my husband might do something about it - I finally decided last May to plant a single tree because they were being sold off cheap in Costco
It took the best part of a day to dig a hole for it because I had no tools except an old, blunt and partly concrete covered spade that had been left by some builders. The tree looked very small and lonely, so I ended up buying four more (and a new spade). Then, because I needed to justify buying the spade, I decided to dig a small flower bed on the second terrace. I bought some edging stones and, after a lot of frustration, I invested in a turf cutting knife, and dug out a rectangular 6 x 3 hole, filled it with compost and edged it with the stones. I trudged back up the garden, wanting to look down with pride at my achievement, only to realise with horror that it looked exactly like I'd buried someone in the middle of the lawn. So then I doubled the length of it, but then it looked like I'd buried a long skinny person, so then I had to double the width of it too, and by the time it stopped looking like a grave I had a pretty large flower bed that needed to be planted. So I bought lots of plants but - since I didn't know what I was doing - it took a while to plant them and the weather turned and I desperately needed somewhere to keep them (and me) out of the cold and wet so I moaned at my husband I needed a shed but he said it was too expensive so I put feelers out for a second hand greenhouse. A few weeks later, I was offered a greenhouse by someone who was moving house and arranged to get it dismantled and delivered. Unbeknowst to me, my husband had arranged to surprise me with a potting shed for my birthday. So within a 2 week period I had both installed at the bottom of the garden. Then, of course, I had to justify having a huge greenhouse and potting shed by filling both of them with growing stuff and that meant digging more beds to put the growing stuff into and, well, that's how I got into gardening
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Verdun, you're nuts, but I like you.
You can stay.
Whose Foghorn Leghorn when he's out? No, he's being Fred, the butcher, from Corrie, I say he's being Fred, the butcher from Corrie.
I'll get Verdun's coat.
Foghorn Leghorn is the big rooster from the cartoon of the 80's/90's.
EDIT: i just googled it after to get a picture and read the wikipedia page and the cartoons where from the 50's/60's
I got into gardening really when we had our first home and I was influenced by my mum who loved gardening .I found as time went on The enthusiasm for gardening increased and I would miss not having a garden.I have learned a lot and made many mistakes and still do but I find books and programmes helpful and inspiring.
Tina- have you never seen Foghorn Leghorn?
You haven't lived.....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Brilliant video of Foghorn....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx98pskffOY
FG, after my time I think.
I was more into Bill & Ben. Remember Roadrunner, the one with tweetypie and the cat (?) and Scoobydoo but that was Grandson's time.
No, definitely not seen it.
I feel old and this has nothing to do with how we got into gardening.
Only last year
After twenty years of living in apartments and successfully murdering countless window boxes by lack of water and/or attention, we bought a house five years ago with a huge back garden, dropping in three terraces, and completely laid to lawn. After four years of staring glumly at that plain and boring lawn - and vainly hoping my husband might do something about it - I finally decided last May to plant a single tree because they were being sold off cheap in Costco
It took the best part of a day to dig a hole for it because I had no tools except an old, blunt and partly concrete covered spade that had been left by some builders. The tree looked very small and lonely, so I ended up buying four more (and a new spade). Then, because I needed to justify buying the spade, I decided to dig a small flower bed on the second terrace. I bought some edging stones and, after a lot of frustration, I invested in a turf cutting knife, and dug out a rectangular 6 x 3 hole, filled it with compost and edged it with the stones. I trudged back up the garden, wanting to look down with pride at my achievement, only to realise with horror that it looked exactly like I'd buried someone in the middle of the lawn. So then I doubled the length of it, but then it looked like I'd buried a long skinny person, so then I had to double the width of it too, and by the time it stopped looking like a grave I had a pretty large flower bed that needed to be planted. So I bought lots of plants but - since I didn't know what I was doing - it took a while to plant them and the weather turned and I desperately needed somewhere to keep them (and me) out of the cold and wet so I moaned at my husband I needed a shed but he said it was too expensive so I put feelers out for a second hand greenhouse. A few weeks later, I was offered a greenhouse by someone who was moving house and arranged to get it dismantled and delivered. Unbeknowst to me, my husband had arranged to surprise me with a potting shed for my birthday. So within a 2 week period I had both installed at the bottom of the garden. Then, of course, I had to justify having a huge greenhouse and potting shed by filling both of them with growing stuff and that meant digging more beds to put the growing stuff into and, well, that's how I got into gardening
Macavity, I was able to picture all of that. Lovely 'story'. Very satisfying isn't it.