I remember as a child enjoying the fruits of my dad’s labour.
The house next door played a part in our childhood and my siblings and I have many fond memories of the next door neighbours. They also had a beautiful garden. This is the next door neighbours’ garden.
My dad was a very keen gardener and he obviously passed on to his children this love. Our garden was a very productive one and when we moved to a larger house it also had enough land for him to have a “decorative front garden” as well as the productive garden out the back. The garden was in total neglect when we moved and I remember the hard work involved in turning the garden into the garden that he wanted.
Our children are all very keen gardeners and it is a delight to see them passing this love of gardening on to their children.