Hello gardeners! My name is Georgia and I am here to learn a) how to grow green things and b) how not to kill them. Up until now, these seemingly simple goals have proved extremely difficult and my 25 year past is littered with dead herb gardens, murdered bonsais and most recently, massacred flower bulbs (apparently you can’t leave them in a laundry for three years and then try to plant them).
If you are a black thumb, a lazy gardener or a garden novice…this is the place for you. Come along with me as I try (key word: try) to convert my tiled inner-west Sydney courtyard into a garden that is:
Cheap – I’m always broke. I would rather spend money on travelling than plants. Plus I’m renting and don’t want to spend exorbitant amounts of money on a garden I may have to leave.
Edible – I like food. I like food that I don’t have to pay for or go to the shops to get. As a vegetarian who is into the planet, I also like food that is seasonal, fresh and local.
Low maintenance – I am busy. I am likely to be hungover at least one day of the weekend. I am not going to spend my whole life looking after my garden. Plus, if I go away for the weekend I want to be relatively certain that my plants will still be alive when I get home, especially since my housemates have already proven their inability to water plants.
Practical – Our courtyard is a shared space. As the biggest communal space in our Darlington terrace, it is often full of portable washing lines, people drinking beer and friends having dinner.
Pretty – I’m not going to lie. I read Frankie magazine. I have a vintage ladder in my bedroom and like to use Instagram a lot. I want my garden to be a place I love.
As my father would say “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”.