Liz Bourne and her family have transformed their small Southsea back garden into a grow-your-own plot.
As I write, there’s a rather lonely-looking frog lurking in the pond, searching for love. He’s been surprising me in the garden on and off for the past three weeks, and I’ve grown quite fond of him.
I’m considering searching for an amphibian dating agency to help him find ‘the one’. In the absence of such an organisation, maybe I should try my luck by kissing him and hoping he turns into a handsome prince.
Although I’ve wasted a little time daydreaming about fairytale endings, I’ve also been rather productive.
I had my first foray into a garden centre this week and was reasonably and uncharacteristically restrained.
Just over £10 poorer, I treated myself to a few plug plants. Looking like tiny premature seedlings, in the titchiest little containers you can imagine, I purchased four pepper seedlings and some lobelia.
My plan is to re-pot them, keep them warm and well watered and tend them until they big enough to plant out. What could possibly go wrong?
I have also been busy deploying my in-house slave labour (or, as some may say, ‘children’) to make a load of newspaper plant pots using my handy wooden pot-making device.
They are now filled with courgette seeds, peas and various herbs.
I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to see my windowsills once again filled with little pots of soil, awaiting the first signs of growth and a hint of the bounty to come.