I have been gardening today. I really enjoyed it, even tho’ all I was doing was weeding and planting bulbs. Why is this worth blogging? Well I have spent my entire life utterly uninterested in gardening. I used to work with a very nice man called John in Oldbury and he was a very keen gardener. I often said ‘but I am not interested in gardening’. He would say, ‘neither was I until I turned forty, and then it all started for me’. Can this be true, I shall be 42 this year and last year I did start to dabble in some horticulture, is it a sign of maturity or impmending middle age? I must admit I am quite excited as to when the bulbs will come through..