Even though I was rubbish at plant biology at school, my mam’s love of botany must have rubbed off on me because I do like plants. I used to read her book on house plants all the time. Since then, I’ve had various pot plants over the years. My most successful one, if you can call it that, is my rather bedraggled peace lily. It was in bloom when I bought it over ten years ago to brighten up my desk at work. Since then, it has bloomed once more. Sadly, it died after that, but I had already separated the plants into two discrete plants, so all was not lost. I suppose I’m on peace lily mark II. It’s not in great condition, but I’ve never worked out quite what the best conditions are for it.I had a hardy fuchsia, which lasted a good few years, until it met with an accident involving a low tree branch and a river. Don’t ask.
I have attempted to grow vegetables in pots; this wasn’t entirely successful.
I now have a copy of Alan Titchmarsh’s The complete how to be a gardener book, so surely I have no excuse not to be able to garden now. Apart from my fear of the creepy-crawlies.