Wednesday, 20 May 2009
I no longer hide shopping bags from Whistles, Zara, Cath Kidston in my wardrobe from my husband. I am finding myself hiding my new obsession at the end of the garden when he comes home at night, hoping that in these long light evenings he won't notice anything unusual out there.
But my secret is out. The fact that I can barely move in the evenings when he walks in the door is unfortunately a bit of a giveaway.
No more Clarins skincare or White Company smellies for me. And no it's not cutie, itsy bitsy baby clothes, or cool hi tech prams or weird and wonderful pregnancy lotions and potions. Even Westfield has lost it's appeal.
Oh no - I am now spending my monthly child benefit on bonemeal, roseclear and mulch. Our local garden centre has just opened the most amazing new cafe and i am so excited because I now take the children there after school for an ice cream whilst I pore over plants and shrubs. No more Facebook and Ebay for me - it's Crocus and David Austin all the way.
Yesterday I took delivery of a large selection of plants which in this warm weather and given we are about to go away for a week, needed to be planted immediately. So I spent all morning yesterday digging and planting Achemilla Mollis (part of my wedding flowers), Irises, a camellia and two new chive plants. I also planted a new David Austin rose called Albertine that my mother bought me and was apparently my granny's favourite rose.
By last night I could not move. Bush Daddy was not sympathetic. I mean one shouldn't really be digging the garden nearly 5 months pregnant right? But I just can't help myself. I sit there eyeing up my new plants imagining their poor roots drying out as I leave them for another hour.. and the temptation is just too great. And Bush Daddy is working late all week and then we have a tea party for the girls and then we are going away so - who else is going to do it?
And it's not just our garden... We have sky plussed Gardeners World (my husband thankfully partly shares my obsession) and I pore over Suttons seeds catalogues - yes really. I'm not even watching the Apprentice or Ashes to Ashes any more. I'd rather be buying plants online. Chelsea Flower show has just started and for the first time in my life I actually want to go.
What is going on? Is this middle age at 38? Or is it a reaction to the continual depressing news that surrounds us. Our totally corrupt government perhaps or the latest child abuse scandal emerging in Ireland maybe? It is so much more peaceful going out into the garden and talking to my tomato plants than listening to the news. Even Jeremy Vine has started to depress me.
Oh dear. I am officially turning into my mother.