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I started work on the garden (and that’s a generous term – wilderness would be more appropriate) in 2011. Apart from a handful of trees that were already there, some paving and fences, I planted every.single.plant with my own muddy hands.

And I don’t need to tell you garden lovers that I’ve fallen flat on my face more times than I can count.

Like when I planted 800 tulip bulbs and ended up with 40 in the spring. At least the hungry voles had a winter feast!

So we try, we learn, we try some more and then we just keep on learning.

And if you’re only starting out and are feeling dispirited by the mammoth task ahead, don’t.

If I can do it, you can!

Happy scrolling!




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