Gardening is something I got from my grandfather. I remember he used to plant african marigolds when I was a child and he’d put lots of fertilizer down too. They’d grow to have big crowns of the most vibrant yellow and orange flower heads. Seeing these plants grow and produce huge, bright pom-pom flowers fascinated me. I wanted to do the same on my own, but that’s not really possible when you’re only six.
Then I grew up and went to school, then to university and then another university and many years went by without me ever digging a border. The marigolds died a long time ago and a lack of personal cash, moving often and not having a garden (my dad liked paving) meant I couldn’t do much to see them again.
Throughout all these years those marigolds stayed in the back of my mind. When I finished education, got job and finally settled down, I was able to take stock of where I was and realised that I had a place, an income, a little time and most importantly, I had a small garden.
The garden was grass with several rampant shrubs and climbers and lots of weeds more than anything else. I didn’t really have a plan but it was obvious what needed to be done first – create a blank canvas, and from that would come the garden.
I’m pretty bad at taking pictures and I don’t have a digital camera, instead I use a phone camera and the delete button a lot. The few pictures that do get saved are not post-processed in anyway so what you see is what the camera saw, which is roughly what I saw.
The gallery below contains some of the better pictures that I have taken of my first garden. I have these as my desktop wallpaper.
There are many more pictures in the blog posts I write.
This first garden was in my care until 2014, and is now in the hands of other people. I have since moved on to a much larger garden that is an overgrown canvas. The blog this site hosts tells the story of not just my first years of gardening, but the reclamation and restoration of the current garden, which I expect to be with for many years to come.