My interest in horticulture began when I discovered I could grow huge whole plants from tiny seeds, keep them alive and then eat the fruits. Although I am almost half way through my horticulture course and armed with a lot more plant know-how, I still regard this whole plant growing lark nothing short of miraculous. I am totally in awe of it.
Then I discovered another side to horticulture and a darker side of myself. Hacking, cutting, sawing, pruning, digging, edging. Keeping tools honed and sharp so that I can effectively slice through the tissues and vessels of plant growth. Seeking, destroying and clearing entire areas. There is something immensely satisfying about it all. It turns out that winter is not necessarily the time to hang up my secateurs. I realise there is a higher purpose to it all in that I am preparing the ground, gardens and plants for spring time. Guiltily, I am enjoying the demolition and destruction.
I discovered the psychological benefit of the destruction (or more probably, the fresh air and exercise). I had a bit of a wobble over Christmas time about my decision to walk away from law and seek a new path to horticulture. I knew it was bound to happen at some point and, in a way, I am glad it did. Feeling a little scared is a great motivator and it has made me focus on my next steps. Returning to college after the Christmas holidays, I am even more determined to succeed. There is nothing quite like a frosty, cold, crisp morning of digging up trees with a spade to clear your head. Especially when you know that after this row, there will be enough room to manoeuvre the tractor and bare root lifting machine for some proper digging.