#TheOrdinaryMoments – Garden Gazing

Back in 2012 when we first moved into our current house, the garden was a mossy, overgrown mess in which stood a large, rusting greenhouse. I wanted to get rid of it the day that we moved in but Paul insisted that he wished to hold onto the rusty eyesore despite the cracked panes and broken door. He had grand ideas of growing plants, fruit and vegetables with the children, teaching them the pleasures and possibilities of gardening.

Whilst the kids quite liked to help out with watering the flowers, plants and random fruit and veg which we have grown over the years, they weren’t really all that bothered by the greenhouse – it was just obstacle to avoid when kicking a ball about …

Seven years later Paul finally decided to remove the great hunk of junk from our garden. It took some time and some serious effort to take down and to get to the tip but what a difference removing that monstrosity has made!

The kids are far happier gardening with their Grandad on the farm, where there are fields filled with fruit and veg to dig up and devour. It’s hardly surprising that they weren’t bothered by our piddly greenhouse – although the postman may have to consider where else he can put our parcels now that it’s no longer.

Having cleared the garden, tidied the flagstone tiles and washed down the decking, the kids made instant use of the extra space – transforming the tiles into a dance floor on which they busted a few moves, whilst Paul and I sat at the picnic table together enjoying the afternoon sunshine with a well-deserved cup of coffee.

We are yet to complete painting the fencing which is going to be a bit of a big job. I’d also like to order some rattan furniture for the decking and if dreams could come true I’d place a hot tub where the greenhouse once stood. However, back in the land of reality where money doesn’t grow on trees (nor in greenhouses for that matter) I’ll just plonk myself at the picnic table and keep on with the wishful thinking. These are indeed my ordinary moments!