We built a home last year in the beautiful field my Dad gifted me...(well I think he was so thrilled to get us to move out that it seemed a small price to pay). My mother is an amazing gardener and has a large stunning garden, I will post some photos later...she has in her day planted literally thousands of trees and has acres of forests...she has done her bit for the environment for sure! Her garden is mature and really settled, yet when we go plant shopping the lady never leaves empty handed...She encourages us to collect seeds, take cuttings and slips and is delighted that all her children adore gardening... and we all do.
Gardening for me is therapeutic and so enjoyable...a form of meditation. I love spending time outside planting, propagating and less enjoyable for me...weeding. I seem to have crops of thistles (as in waist high) and they are loving my garden, I spent yesterday weeding and nobody would ever know...you would not miss the 300+ thistles I murdered!
This is a young garden less than a year old and so far it is teaching me patience and perseverance. Like all things in life you must show up, put the time in and do what you can...then release. I can't fight an acre of thistles or the hundreds of slugs that seem to be residing avec nous...but I can keep trying. This year is about converting the field into a garden and I have moments where I think I might be winning!!