He who must be obeyed has thrown down the gauntlet. Can we mere mortals come up with a “Six” week after week through the winter? Will sex* fall by the wayside?
But being Welsh and, therefore, mentally superior, a little exercise of mental agility produces this week’s six. Six things in my past that helped to make me the gardener I am. In my garden. Meets the definition. There are more than six photographs but I’m following a previous example of our Glorious Leader. So there!
You’ll find more links to this Six on Saturday lark if you pop over to The Propagator’s Blog. Links to other posters will appear in the comments through today, possibly tomorrow and maybe even later.
Prelude (Not part of My Six)
My interest in the garden started at a very early age. I can, perhaps, claim more than Michael Perry to have invented the concept of naked gardening (before he was even born). And of having naked gardening activities photographed for posterity. I wasn’t carrying anything big enough to protect my modesty so had to add the little red dot which is barely big enough.
Paying My Way (No. 1 Part 1 of My Six: Scrubbing)
My parents were firm believers in earning whatever it was I wanted. So when I asked if I could have a little patch of the garden to call my own, they set me to work to earn it. Hours were long and hard. Protective clothing was unheard of.
Achievement (No. 2 of My Six)
But After a few years, I’d earned enough to make a rental payment on my own little plot. My first experience of gardening. A photo which I use today as my avatar. I was also better-looking then!
As an aside, the number of the house behind which my little plot was situated was 107. And WordPress tells me that this is my 107th post to this incarnation of my blog.
Looking After Things (No. 3, (a) and (b), of My Six)
It was a learning experience. I would explore the wonders of Woolworths on a Saturday morning, exchanging my meagre pocket money for a packet of seeds or bulbs. Then I’d plant them. I didn’t have any plant labels in those days and it was often hard to remember what I’d planted or sown where so that I didn’t dig it up.
You may notice the log pile behind me. We were ahead of the environmental times you know! I also tried hardwood cuttings; I was nothing if not ambitious.
I remember the worry my first gardening winter caused. Would the snow freeze my baby plants? Would it squash them? Regardless of the cold, I carefully cleared my little plot every day.
More Paying My Way (No. 2 Part 2, (a) and (b), of My Six: Lawn Care)
I still had to work to earn a few pennies to spend at Woolworths. I was pressed into a bit of lawn maintenance.
Promotion (No. 4 of My Six)
One day, dad announced that he was installing an irrigation system in the garden. Cutting edge stuff, eh? Then I discovered that I was the irrigation system. This was a promotion from “Slave” to “Thing”. At least, at last, I got protective clothing!
Achievement (No. 5 of My Six)
And lo, things grew. They grew bigger than me! They’re Heleniums, by the way. I’ve never been without them in the garden since.
Learning (No. 6 of My Six)
But I was always ready, indeed keen, to learn more. And TV was so informative.
Given the shocked look on Andy Pandy’s face, I’m wondering what Looby Loo was doing off-camera.
I hope this week’s six has brought a little smile to your face. Maybe you’ll think of treating us to a similar account of your history some time in the future.
Now I’m off to put my thinking cap on ready for next week. Until then, enjoy your garden.