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When I think back to when I started learning about flowers and shrubs and weeds and soil and grass and machinery and everything, I now realise just how very much I've learned really, and I'm truly amazed.
The reason I took myself off to horticultural college in the first place, at the tender age of late wotsits, was that I developed an interest, that became a hobby, that became a passion, that became a 'I want to do this ALL the time', because I'm very greedy! And I am SO pleased that I did, because now, I never stop learning....and I love it.
I personally 'stumbled' upon it. My Dad's Dad grew tomatoes in his greenhouse, and I had the fondest of fond memories every Sunday going in there with him to 'shake' the tommy plants of their pollen, even though my memory says that it 'chucked it down raining' every Sunday, and that gorgeous tomato-plant aroma lived so affectionately in my nostrils, that I had to go do it for myself after. His enthusiasm and passion inspired me, and a couple of decades later, I began to relive that, which has thankfully, taken me, leaps and bounds to where I am now.
Every day I swear I learn something new from somebody, and if I don't, I like to think that I teach something new to someone else.
Who, or what inspired you to start gardening, and actually, just as importantly, who keeps you inspired in what you're doing now?
The reason I took myself off to horticultural college in the first place, at the tender age of late wotsits, was that I developed an interest, that became a hobby, that became a passion, that became a 'I want to do this ALL the time', because I'm very greedy! And I am SO pleased that I did, because now, I never stop learning....and I love it.
I personally 'stumbled' upon it. My Dad's Dad grew tomatoes in his greenhouse, and I had the fondest of fond memories every Sunday going in there with him to 'shake' the tommy plants of their pollen, even though my memory says that it 'chucked it down raining' every Sunday, and that gorgeous tomato-plant aroma lived so affectionately in my nostrils, that I had to go do it for myself after. His enthusiasm and passion inspired me, and a couple of decades later, I began to relive that, which has thankfully, taken me, leaps and bounds to where I am now.
Every day I swear I learn something new from somebody, and if I don't, I like to think that I teach something new to someone else.
Who, or what inspired you to start gardening, and actually, just as importantly, who keeps you inspired in what you're doing now?
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