I'm waiting. I'm waiting for the day when I wake up one day and think, "it's a perfect day for getting things done in the garden" Currently, if I have any spare time at all, it gets spent on doing laundry, mopping an encrusted floor that is bordering on unhygienic, and keeping the house from descending into total and complete chaos. The thought of turning my hand to the outdoors just feeling overwhelming. Yet if you say me, slightly crunchy looking earth mother, or overheard me talking like I know what I'm on about when it comes to healthy, you'd think I'd naturally be out there in my garden.
I mean, I suppose I have to hold my hands up and say I may look the part, and act the part at times, but I'm not truly a card carrying member of the super earth mums club. I make cookies with white flour and sugar and I don't quickly grab the chocolate out of my children's hands when an innocent adult kindly offers it.
That said though, I still am pretty health conscious. No white bread, whole wheat pasta, not huge amount of dairy, fruit spread instead of jam, and no added sugar peanut butter. Yes, my kids have chocolate on occasion, and my daughter collects all her sweets from birthday parties and has about one a day as a treat, but like I said, I am nowhere near perfect but I care. So why don't I get my hands dirty and grow my own vegetables? I look like one of those mothers that would, but must admit, I may have grown two children in my body and nourished them with my own milk for several years, but I am terrible at keeping plants alive!
So when I hear of my friend having her own polytunnel put in, I feel a twinge of guilt. I mean, why can't I be doing that?
That said though, I still am pretty health conscious. No white bread, whole wheat pasta, not huge amount of dairy, fruit spread instead of jam, and no added sugar peanut butter. Yes, my kids have chocolate on occasion, and my daughter collects all her sweets from birthday parties and has about one a day as a treat, but like I said, I am nowhere near perfect but I care. So why don't I get my hands dirty and grow my own vegetables? I look like one of those mothers that would, but must admit, I may have grown two children in my body and nourished them with my own milk for several years, but I am terrible at keeping plants alive!
So when I hear of my friend having her own polytunnel put in, I feel a twinge of guilt. I mean, why can't I be doing that?
That said though, I still am pretty health conscious. No white bread, whole wheat pasta, not huge amount of dairy, fruit spread instead of jam, and no added sugar peanut butter. Yes, my kids have chocolate on occasion, and my daughter collects all her sweets from birthday parties and has about one a day as a treat, but like I said, I am nowhere near perfect but I care. So why don't I get my hands dirty and grow my own vegetables? I look like one of those mothers that would, but must admit, I may have grown two children in my body and nourished them with my own milk for several years, but I am terrible at keeping plants alive!
So when I hear of my friend having her own polytunnel put in, I feel a twinge of guilt. I mean, why can't I be doing that? Or at least having a few grow bags of potatoes or cherry tomato plants? I could blame my garden size, but enthusiasts are quick to tell me I don't need space! I can grow anything in a windowsill! But I don't want my windowsills over crowded with dirt and things I guiltily think.
Ugh. Well the truth is, one day I may not have a choice. We may be in a situation where we have to grow our own vegetables for a variety of financial and environmental reasons. Where will I be then? Most likely helping my friend in her polytunnel!
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So when I hear of my friend having her own polytunnel put in, I feel a twinge of guilt. I mean, why can't I be doing that? Or at least having a few grow bags of potatoes or cherry tomato plants? I could blame my garden size, but enthusiasts are quick to tell me I don't need space! I can grow anything in a windowsill! But I don't want my windowsills over crowded with dirt and things I guiltily think.
Ugh. Well the truth is, one day I may not have a choice. We may be in a situation where we have to grow our own vegetables for a variety of financial and environmental reasons. Where will I be then? Most likely helping my friend in her polytunnel!
About the Author:
Angus McColl is a widely respected writer who has been writing for 5 over years often writes on Garden sheds Dublin and a wide range of other subjects.