close up of foxglove flowers

They came, they saw, they conquered

Since injuring my foot I have struggled to keep on top of the weeding. I have been trying to convince myself that it is okay to have a year off. By the time my foot is free from the Star Trooper boot I will have missed the majority of the growing season. I had resigned myself to an unproductive year. And it was making me feel a bit fed up.

Then my Mum suggested that she could come and help out. Not only that but she offered to bring along some more plants, both for the cut flower bed and for the veg beds. I almost bit her hand off.

They swept in like the Groundforce team. My Mum and step-dad turned up with a car boot packed full of tools, plants and other gardening paraphernalia to turn my somewhat over-grown veg plot into something more manageable.

It was like watching Gardener’s World live. My Step-Dad was Alan Titchmarsh (sorry Daddy-O, you don’t get to be Monty) to my Mum’s Carol Klein. Okay, enough with the gardening TV references. In short, they were a force to be reckoned with.

I was installed on a deck chair and instructed to stay put whilst I watched them hard at work. They barely stopped for a rest, their dog pootled around the veg plot and they even brought their own thermos!

By the end of the day they were both muddy, tired and had a much emptier car. The vegetable and flower beds look amazing. I now have cucumbers, courgettes, french beans, marigolds, foxgloves, dahlias, cosmos, and lots of little sage plants. Most importantly; there are no weeds!

I am so chuffed that I’m actually going to get some home-grown produce. All I have to do now is keep the chickens out and convince the kids that weeding is fun (for pocket money) and it should all do quite well.

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