A Message to all - The things I sow…

“The things I sow don’t seem to grow, I’m sorely disenchanted, but oh what luck I get with things I never even planted!” (Anon) That poem hung on Terry’s wall. He’d had a variety of jobs including encouraging young people from unfortunate backgrounds to learn about the countryside, and develop confidence, skills and understanding that may be of benefit wherever life took them. I inherited my ideas about gardening from my dad who grew vegetables and roses, as did his father before him. I am reminded of an occasions as a very young child when we went to visit Grandad at Chelmsford. “Do you want some ‘taters?” he asked dad. “Don’t mind if I do” replied dad. “Well, you know where the fork is kept in the shed” was Grandad's response. The ‘taters (potatoes) were still in the ground. Grandad had grown them, but if dad wanted any, he would have to dig them up himself.