I have never been interested in gardening but over the years I have been “dragged” into it every so often. My dad used to grow potatoes and flowers….mainly “Sweet Williams”. My mum used to sell them in bunches for a bit of pocket money

The nearest I ever got to gardening as a child was to be  sent off into the woods to pick blackberries

My gardening “nightmares” I feel all started after I married hubby. When we came south to live in the first year of our marriage he got a job as a gardener/handyman to an old couple in a village in Berkshire. As I had a job in nearby Newbury…..I never had to be involved. He was never called by his Christian name but was called “Wake” and I was “Wake’s wife.

My gardening mishaps started a few jobs down the line when in another gardening job (see my blog post on “My Brush with Royalty“)….when I remember having to “help out” a couple of times……..1.Fruit picking….crawling almost on my hands and knees picking blackcurrants All her fruit bushes were under netting and I did not enjoy at all…..No 2…..Hubby had flu so the housekeeper and I were asked if we would do a little bit of weeding…and I did a whole row…unknowing I had pulled a whole row of carrots.

We had a huge garden in the next place we lived in ….in a village near Godalming. We had friends for tea one afternoon and I served a ham salad. Hubby asked me where did I get the spring onions/scallions…….I said “from the garden”…….was told we he had not planted any in the garden…..I had only pulled up all his leeks.

After that, I steered away from gardening until once and only once Hubby was asked to do a bit of gardening with a couple whose shop I did a few hours in and I was included to do along to do a “bit of weeding”…I hated it.

NO MORE GARDENING FOR ME.