Chapter Three; Pretty Green
Dear Reader, I’ve recently been attempting to garden, and when I say ‘garden’, I really do mean that in the loosest sense of the word. I’m not even entirely sure that what I do qualifies as gardening but nonetheless… My ‘gardening’ consists of buying pretty plants and potting them in pretty plant pots. This requires only a small amount of knowledge and hard work. But does make you feel like you’ve contributed somewhat to your green fingeredness and can thus be just a little garden proud. Though, really, I’m just desperately hoping the plants don’t die. There is definitely something rather lovely about seeing something you’ve planted by hand grow into a beautiful flower, fruit or vegetable. One thing that bugs me though, why on earth is gardening seen as an old person’s hobby? Why do I feel boring for enjoying it? However poorly I may be doing it and however little knowledge I may have, it’s peaceful and requires care. You’re helping a living thing to grow, there’s...