Entry for 4th December, 2009 - Gardening and ghosts of summers past

The sun is out and I have been in the garden. I am not a very good gardener, but I do love being outside with my hands in the soil. It seems like an odd thing to say, but it makes me feel connected to my family. My mum and dad were (and my dad still is) great gardeners, and I seem to remember a childhood which smelt of cut grass and bluebells.
And I remember, as a kid, pulling weeds out of my grandpa’s garden. And being pushed around the garden in a wheelbarrow. And eating plums off a tree in the garden.
I know that this is making me sound like a tree-hugging hippy who thinks that growing his own potatoes makes him understand the ways of the aborigine. I can tell that I sound like a twat. But it is still nice for me to be in the garden,