It’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for years but I haven’t had the courage to do it until today. I’ve been repressing it for ages, but now I feel so confident in who I am, what I do and what I like, I’m finally ready to tell you my biggest secret. I try to keep my blog as a safe space so please don’t judge me, but instead respect that I am writing this with a newfound courage that I hope doesn’t backfire. I haven’t wanted to admit it, but the fact is…
I bloody love gardening.
There you go, I’ve said it. I love gardening! The sunflowers, the seedlings, nurturing nasturtiums and cultivating tomatoes – I love it all! Every weekend I’ve secretly been dragging my boyfriend round a National Trust house to look at roses, or refreshing Google Chrome trying to buy tickets to the Chelsea Flower Show! And the other week when I was away, I spent more time thinking about my houseplants than I did my Instagram! I KNOW.
I spend hours in garden centres peering at peonies and trying to decide between the lupins or the delphiniums. I get laughed at spending my Friday evenings watching Gardener’s World and I can’t even go to Sainsbury’s without buying a bunch of freesias. It’s an addiction!
It’s taken me so long to admit to myself that actually, gardening is what I love doing more than anything in the world. What’s not to love about growing beautiful flowers in an idyllic summer hide-out ready for relaxing in with a gin and tonic?! Surely there’s nothing more enjoyable than watching my little Oxalis Triangularis go from strength to strength in damp conditions with partial shade?! I’m never happier than in the garden and I don’t mind admitting it.
So there you have it, you finally know the real me. There are going to be a lottttttt of gardening posts from now on, and I couldn’t be more excited! Yay!