If I said it was a difficult decision to leave the law, I would be fibbing. In many ways it left me. When the law and I first parted, I felt broken-hearted. I felt resentment and rejection. I had given it everything. My evenings, my weekends, my trust. It selfishly took took took, then dumped me as if all those long hours together had meant nothing.I did what came naturally after a break-up. I cried into my pillow and tried to pretend I didn’t care, whilst trying to snatch glimpses of what the law had been up to lately. I jealously checked out if it was pursuing some new young paralegal types with promises of training contracts, like it had done with me. I wondered if somehow I had done something to warrant the loss in interest. Had I become too expensive by qualifying? I kept wondering if the law would realise it had made a big mistake and invite me back. However, December 2009 was not a good time to be looking for a newly qualified solicitor position. Eventually I let the law go. We still catch up now and again and we have remained good friends, but I have moved on. I started a new job. Though looking back, I was probably on the rebound. The rebound job has been good for me. It has been interesting and I have had some fun times, but there just isn’t that spark.
How I got started
Back when I was practising law, I had a brief dalliance with gardening. I had taken some time off work to help look after my Dad, who had become very poorly.
In the previous year, I had bought a gift that I ended up keeping for myself. It was a pouch of compost with some chilli seeds – Demon Reds. I planted the seeds, added water and I was stunned when the seeds produced three dwarf chilli plants with a huge yield. I was hooked. I bought more seeds in preparation for the following spring.
During the brief spell I was off work, I gingerly started gardening, unsure of what I was doing. My brother bought me a book on how to grow herbs. I started with coriander, parsley and basil with great success. I quickly got carried away. I grew as much as I could in containers and found some space in a newly dug border. I found myself
becoming totally absorbed in the activity of gardening – a great way to work through my thoughts or to simply escape for a couple of hours at a time.