Growing your own vegetables is not an easy thing to do. Well, not for me anyway.
I love the idea of growing my own food. I love to just pop out to the herb patch and steal fresh snips of coriander, basil and parsley any time I’m in need.
Right now, my celery is flourishing – it obviously loves the Australia winter. The stalks are finer and thinner than the ones from the supermarket and a bit more chewy but it’s nice to know that there are no sprays or nasty stuff on it – maybe a few ants.
I want the goods but I don’t want the work involved.
This is a bone of contention between Mr M and I. He moans because I don’t spend any time in the garden (he does most weeding and maintaining).
I just don’t have a green thumb, which is shocking considering my mother and step-father were both professionals gardeners!!
I remember being a teenager and sulking because I had to help weed and pick vegetables. If I had only paid attention and soaked up that education (that I saw as punishment at the time)!! Regret is a bitch.
So, I don’t like weeding, pruning, watering, sun protecting, planting or getting my hands dirty.
But I LOVE picking, preparing and eating freshly grown, chemical-free herbs and vegetables (and it feels like it’s FREE cause you forget how much the boxes, seedlings, soil and gardening tools cost).