Hi, my name’s Jen, I’m 26 (but not for much longer) and I’m a gardener (in the loosest sense).
In March 2013, I moved into my granddads old house and with that became the guardian of his pride and joy garden. At first I felt like it was my duty to look after something which meant so much to someone else, without having much of a connection to it myself.
I made enough time to weed and maintain it and grow a few veg in the greenhouse and at the time that was all I felt I was capable of. At one point I didn’t even have the ability to do that (that’s what really bad boyfriends are for….right?)
As the years have gone by I have come to realise that the garden has now become my pride and joy. It’s a peaceful sanctuary where I can learn new things and as cliché as it is I feel closer to my granddad than I ever was when he was alive.
I can no longer be in denial about my love of gardening, shameful as that is to ‘my generation’. Millennials or Generation Y are supposed to be lazy, self indulgent, egotistical and are apparently afraid of hard work after all.