Gardening Things
Q: What's the difference between a weed and a flower?
A: Well, the only difference really is if the plants are growing where you want them to grow.
The picture above is a Muscari or a Grape Hyacinth, nearly every house in my street and those surrounding it have these growing in their garden. Who originally planted them? Who knows. All I do know is that they decide to grow where ever they want, and are the bane of a few of my gardener friends lives.
I personally love them. I love their purple/blue hue and their ability to grow without me planting them. I love that they add a splash of colour to my borders and that both my children know what they are called thanks to "strangers" on the internet (that would be you, yes you) who read my Facebook page or Instagram account and were kind enough to tell me what they were called.
I love that the twenty minutes or so that I spent earlier in the year, wrestling with mud and leaves in order to plant Tulip and Daffodils was worth it. That the small boarder in my front garden has beautiful flowers that make me smile each time I walk past them.
I love that this flower is called Charlotte, thanks to Claire.
I'm still not a brilliant gardener, and I doubt I will ever be the sort of person who has an immaculate garden but I love what I do have and seeing the flowers bloom, knowing that a little part of that is thanks to me makes my heart sing.
A: Well, the only difference really is if the plants are growing where you want them to grow.
The picture above is a Muscari or a Grape Hyacinth, nearly every house in my street and those surrounding it have these growing in their garden. Who originally planted them? Who knows. All I do know is that they decide to grow where ever they want, and are the bane of a few of my gardener friends lives.
I personally love them. I love their purple/blue hue and their ability to grow without me planting them. I love that they add a splash of colour to my borders and that both my children know what they are called thanks to "strangers" on the internet (that would be you, yes you) who read my Facebook page or Instagram account and were kind enough to tell me what they were called.
I love that the twenty minutes or so that I spent earlier in the year, wrestling with mud and leaves in order to plant Tulip and Daffodils was worth it. That the small boarder in my front garden has beautiful flowers that make me smile each time I walk past them.
I love that this flower is called Charlotte, thanks to Claire.
I'm still not a brilliant gardener, and I doubt I will ever be the sort of person who has an immaculate garden but I love what I do have and seeing the flowers bloom, knowing that a little part of that is thanks to me makes my heart sing.