Making garden memories

Peony

Peony

Last week we enjoyed some family time in the garden. It’s amazing how the promise of baking a sponge cake can motivate my children into wanting to help me. Ozzy was tasked the job of picking out stones from the raised beds and Kitty helped pull up some weeds. The recent hot weather made for hard work, soil was so dry I even managed to break my hand trowel! I’ve been trawling the internet looking for new garden hand tools, like these from Tesco to replace my broken trowel and arm the kids with a set of their own tools in the hope that that encourages them to help me more often.

It’s moments like this, family time in the garden that can make memories that last a lifetime. I have fond garden memories from my own childhood, sneaking up the back garden to pilfer raspberries from the bushes and into the greenhouse for tomatoes. That smell of tomatoes in a greenhouse never leaves you does it? Even when I smell them today in grandads’ greenhouse I am taken right back to being 8 years old and standing in my dad’s greenhouse. Flowers stick in my mind too, sweet peas from our family garden and pink roses form my best friends garden. We used to collect the fallen petals and make them into ‘rose perfume’. That sounds much lovelier than the reality of old water and rose petals squished into bottles!

Roses

Roses

I asked some friends if they had any garden memories to share with me and I was thrilled to discover that I am not the only one with strong garden memoires from childhood.

When I was young, I used to love visiting my grandmother and eating my grandmother’s red currents at the back of the garden. A real childhood memory and one that prompted me to plant a red current bush in our garden (even though red currents aren’t necessarily the nicest fruit for kids). I used to also love eating the cherries in her garden, though the birds often got to them first. It is also a reason for us having all sorts of plants in our very small urban garden. We grow blueberries in a pot, have raspberries and strawberries and every year grow strawberries and tomatoes. You don’t need a lot of space to teach the kids about the wonders of nature

-Maggy, Red Ted Art

I loved the smell of the green house with my grandparents, they grew pots of geraniums in there as well as vegetables and fruit. I used to spend hours sitting in the door way right next to the cherry tomatoes and early strawberries picking them off the plants as they grew or helping my granddad grow the tomatoes from seeds. He gave me a little square in the corner where I could grow whatever I wanted but he wasn’t happy when I planted my dandelion seeds to grow dandelions for the guinea pigs (they were in nice little rows as well!)

 - Cerys, Rainy Day Mum

I remember my grandma’s garden - it was raised above the level of the house and we spent hours up there. She loved her garden. I recently showed Sophie a photo of me playing in it and she thought it was her
My Dad had an allotment as I was growing up, and a goat (imaginatively) called Billy. That goat would often escape and end up eating all of his plants and was often in his bad books. My Dad went on to become head gardener at a local hall, and he’s always the person I go to with any gardening quandary. One year I’d been nurturing a plant watering and feeding it, that popped up in the garden, it wasn’t until my Dad next visited he told me it was a weed!
Lilies

Lilies

My Granddad was a keen gardener and one of the things I remember most was his inventiveness. He used to like to roll his grass after cutting to keep it nice and flat. So he made a garden roller from two old metal Quality street tins by setting concrete in them to make a roller and attached a handle. We all used to argue over who would have the next turn!
My step father swung me over our pond but my foot caught and we both fell in which I thought was hilarious and the memory always makes me smile
I used to have my very own bed of peas in my grandparents’ garden and I still did while I lived in the UK. They are still my favourite now and it’s so lovely that I can share them with Amy now. She’s just learned how to open them this weekend. Oh and another firm favourite was collecting the potato bugs and crushing them - wasn’t I a gruesome child?

- Carolin, Mummy Alarm

I remember sitting in my great grans armchair when I was about 6, topping & tailing the gooseberries picked from the bush in her garden...I recalled this memory just now as I was topping & tailing gooseberries picked at the weekend from my friend’s bush

 – Helen, The Crazy Kitchen

 

Next time you are in the garden, pulling up weeds and wondering if all that hard work is really worth it, think back to your own garden memories and it will spur you on to make more with your children!

If you have any garden memories that you would like to share please leave a comment, I’d love to hear them.

Making garden memories

Making garden memories

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