‘If someone throws something out,I take it. Stones, wood, or brick,baths for rainwater’I was told by three different doctors that I’d had a stroke. I knew I hadn’t, but they told me I should go home and rest for three days. I came home and spent eight hours in the garden. I’m 83 and the cherish of my life is the garden.
My earliest memories are of being in the garden with my dad. He grew all the vegetables and I would prepare a small patch in the corner. Then Id secure a few seeds out of his packet. That was my first gardening, or watching my vegetables grow. Then it was flowers. We had a garden by the side of a road. I bought a few packets of seeds and people would come by and see the flowers,because all the seeds grew. I fill green fingers, that’s what they disclose me.
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Source: theguardian.com