I get such true satisfaction, an absolute feeling of calm and peace, a lightening of spirit when I do the simplest of tasks. My Mum once told me that growing a plant is good for the soul.
That statement has lived with me. I may not be a very imaginative garden or have particularly green fingers but the one thing about plants - they're non-judgemental. I've lived in flats for years and haven't had access to a garden that I can make my own. So instead I gather pots and plants on my window sill - the winters are harsh to window sill plants and I lost many at the end of last year/beginning of this year.
As the weather starts to turn and warm sunlight beams through our bedroom window, I've been able to clear out all the dead from the winter and take a much needed trip to get some new plants. I'm not going to be saint-like and say that everything I buy is organically grown because it's not - I do buy my plants from Dobbies and from garden centres when I need to.
As simple as it is, I enjoy planting [well re-potting] and growing a range of plants - a huge amount of my plants are dark green, non-sun lovers and I've had them for years. During the summer I introduce a host of sun-loving plants to my bedroom window sill - much to Sean's displeasure [allergy-sufferer].
I love being able to watch a plant grow, feeding its needs, and - lets be honest - having a chat with it, especially when it's not happy and it's my job to figure out why it's not happy. There's such a simple pleasure in sitting in the warm sunshine with the beautiful fragrance of lavender surrounding you, looking at your very temperamental lemon verbena flourishing for the first time and reading "Soul & Spirit" - which is my magazine of choice.