A gardening year
As I write, it's December, I'm drinking tea and have just cracked open my Tiptree Christmas jam to put on my croissants that are in the oven. It's a weekend morning and I'm living out my cottagecore dreams, looking out on the garden that is peppered with jewel-bright cyclamen among the fallen leaves. It's been a wonderful year for gardening. I have almost completed my first year of doing it full-time. I've seen the hottest, sweatiest summer and am going into a very chilly winter. I've cut down huge shrubs, built raised beds, planted in whole gardens, put in over 700 bulbs (and counting), laid bark, laid stones, pruned, weeded, tidied front gardens and driveways, done container arrangements, and made a LOT of hanging baskets. I reckon at the latest count, I've worked for almost 100 different clients. Some I've done one project for and that was a standalone thing, others I see for three hours every single week. I've been made millions of cups of ...