Watching the Garden Grow

I don't have green fingers, not even a green thumb. Put me in charge of any plant that needs watering, and it'll be dead in a week. But my missus has always been keen on the idea of gardening and has recently taken to it with a vengeance. The only problem is, we don't have a garden. We have a balcony that measures about 1.2 metres by 3.5. And right now it is a lush field of green.



There's a little space just outside the balcony door where you can stand and admire it all, but we won't be having any more barbies or even putting the washing out to dry. The truly amazing thing about this is that none of it existed about three weeks ago. At that point, with the worst of the summer heat over and done with, the Head Gardener (Noelle) began directing the Head Chauffeur (Moi) to take her to the garden centre. Here she would spend copious amounts of hard-earned cash on planter boxes, seeds and vast amounts of compost.



Most of this vegetation is of the edible kind. We have courgettes (yuk), corn and tomatoes, and a complicated pot full of herby things and garlic. I don't know when any of these things will bear fruit (or vegetables), but it's certainly a lot of fun watching them hurl themselves out of the ground.