Suzie wrote:What truly lovely memories
I was born into a gardening family as well, I can remember toddling down the rows of peas at one of Dad's allotments, he gave me the job of pea picking knowing full well I would eat a fair few.
I am a rose lover same as your Mum

Sadly, the memories are all very old. I was a bit of a disappointment to my family . . . I hate football, did not go to uni and become a doctor

and I did not take to gardening either.
Three years ago, Bob Flowerdew on GQT, went on about 'Sungold' tomatoes, I hadn't eaten a tomato since my auntie Ivy gave up growing toms 20 years back, you should have seen here picture postcard garden. Commercial toms are a wast of time IMHO . . . I had occasion to go to a very small local garden center in the late spring, soon after that GQT broadcast, 'Sungold' tomato plants for sale at 50p each, a rare find? . . . Three plants, a grow bag and £5 lighter . . . the rest is history.
Suppose I was a dormant bud? I moved to a new house in 2001, with a 20x10 greenhouse, all that gardening history just waiting to burst? My late wife Kathy was a keen gardener . . . one had not picked up a fork, (dig here please) since 1995
Its just a bit sad that I did not share my Kathy's gardening enthusiasm, or achieved my familys aspirations? They are all gone now, 'you dont know what you have until it's gone'.
Now? . . . life does go on, I have a new life and happy memories. Unfortunately, I'm a bit old to be as active as I would like to be . . . but I get there, slowly. Strange, my pleasure is veg, perhaps, coming from those early days of Grandad and Dad digging for victory as rationing was still on in my very early years? Kathy loved her flowers, it would have been a good combination, and we had a quarter acre garden!
I took a while for the bug to bite . . . and even now, I grow veg and salad only in the 'flower borders'

The lawn is up for a digging . . . but I cant do to much in one go. The greenhouse was half cleared 2 years ago and totally cleared this winter.
Mmm . . . all this from a rusty pair of secateurs and a few old hand me down tools

. . . At least the memories are good ones . . .
Wire wool? need to go to B&Q, I think I threw the pack I had out, went rusty

. . . Hazel my partner, "try this scouring pad"? . . .

Nice to have someone who cares.
CJS
