Présentation de l'éditeur
Before I had children I believed the hype; mothers had loads of time on their hands to be doing their hair and make-up, baking for the school fete, and getting up in the night, not to their children, but for a midnight snack. I foolishly thought that if I was blessed with children, it would mean that I would have more time to be a yummy mummy, which would include, more time for gardening and growing my own. When I became a mother just over four years ago, the reality hit: I might be brushing my hair, but make-up was out of the window; if I got the chance to bake anything, I would be consuming the goods myself as my food for the day, and if I was in bed at midnight, I would leave the warmth and comfort of my duvet for two reasons and two reasons only – one: the baby was crying or two: the bed was on fire. Immediately that my son arrived gardening became quite a long way down the list, a very long list, with sub-lists, and appendices. This being the list that mothers never get to the bottom of, that no one tells you about, but we all have.
When we moved into our house, complete with the dullest of dull gardens, I decided that I was not going to add landscaping the garden to the list of things to feel guilty about - it only ever got longer and I always felt bad about it. As a gardening novice, I decided that if I could do one gardening –related task a month for twelve months, then that was going to be good enough. Hopefully at the end of those twelve months there would be an improvement, maybe a few veggies and I would have one less thing to feel guilty about; I might even feel a small sense of achievement. So in the middle of being a mother to two small children, working, and discovering that I was pregnant with my third child, that is what I did. Month by month I wrote about what I was up to in my garden and in my life. I decided that January was to be Planning Month so that when May came round, I knew that was Hanging Baskets and Pots Month. I wrote about my gardening efforts to try to encourage mothers who are tempted to make their first foray into gardening but are not sure how or where to begin. I wrote about my life because there are millions of us silently, endlessly struggling through the washing pile and sometimes it is good to stop, have a cup of tea, and smile