So I like plants…


It seems that all indications are that I am a plant addict.  There are worse addictions you could have but I do find myself wondering where this obsession with plants comes from.  There isn’t any one else in my family that I know of who is a keen gardener let alone a plant addict.  I suspect some of my interest goes back to childhood visits to my aunt and her mother’s small suburban garden.  I remember being fascinated by her tiny greenhouse which was always bursting with plants.  I can’t tell you any more than that  as the memories are more of a feeling and an image rather than anything specific.

When I was slightly older I remember rescuing iris rhizomes from a building site when my parents were extending a house.  I planted them carefully and for some reason added ashes from our fire; presumably I had overheard something on the television but I remember one of the builders congratulating me at the time on it. I also had giant sunflowers and strawberry plants all growing in a small cleared area of the derelict garden.

Through my early adult life, bringing up my children single-handed, my small gardens were always an escape but it wasn’t until I moved to this house with its blank canvas of a garden that, with fewer parenting duties, my passion for the garden was unleashed. Online encounters showed me that the wealth of plants out there was huge, and this was reinforced when I joined my local HPS group coming home from my first meeting concluding that I knew nothing.  But I need a challenge in life, and have a thirst for knowledge and one thing leads to another and slowly by surely my passion has grown.

Not only has my passion grown but it has started to be refined.  Instead of being like a kid in a sweet shop wanting everything and anything I am finding that I have particular obsessions and passions.  Bulbs, ferns, epimediums, irises all make my heart quicken and then there is interesting foliage and plants with an exotic feel.  And we mustn’t forget the thrill you get from growing something unusual or growing something difficult from seed. I could go on.

So yes I am a plant addict.  My facebook wall is covered in plant pictures, I follow many nurserymen on twitter and my shelves groan with specialist books and seed catalogues but it makes me happy.

This post was written in response to today’s Writing 101 assignment entitled Mine your Mind.  You had to look at your online interactions for inspiration.  My facebook is full of plants, my twitter likes are generally plant pictures, the most popular searches to my blog are about specific plants, my top posts are about plants.  There really is no getting away from it.

16 Comments on “So I like plants…

  1. Imagine our lives without plants and our gardens and the people we’ve met through gardening! We’re the richer for this addiction!

    • Absolutely, and there are of course much worse addictions

    • Hi Yvonne
      there really is no hope is there. I dislike gnomes so no chance of developing a passion for them luckily

  2. I don’t have a clue where my passion for plants comes from either, but I definitely am a plant addict as well. I remember being interested in gardening way back when I was a little kid.

    • It’s weird isn’t it how you latch on to something but then can’t remember how it came about

  3. I hadn’t thought of it as an addiction before, but you are absolutely right. I cannot visit a garden centre without coming back with something, even if it is some straggly plant on the bargain bench, that I had not even thought about buying before. Like you I am getting more selective now and am starting to think more about what will actually look good with what, but offer me a plant I don’t know and I will just have to find somewhere to put it. You can just imagine me at the local Botanic garden’s plant sale. . . . yes, that kid in the sweet shop is still around. Great post.

    • Hi Annette
      I can imagine the Botanic garden plant sale was wonderful. Maybe we should set up a plantaholics anonymous group!

    • It is a great place to pick up unusual plants as the people who take along things are usually very keen gardeners and have different plants. However it is always such a crush that you don’t have time to really choose your plants carefully. It does make for interesting growing though. And they run it twice a year!

  4. I remember reading a speech given to a group of quilters that described quilting as an addiction and compared fabric with a controlled substance. I’m beginning to feel that that same speech could be given to any number of groups of people, with really very few changes!

    At least it is an addiction that gives you excuses to be out in the air and meeting lots of like-minded people…!

    • Hi Rachel
      I think passion is probably a better description and its good to be passionate about something isnt it, better than moaning all the time.

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