Dear Mr Fischbacher,
I am not trying to nick your song lyrics – in fact I listened to them again last weekend. But I need to overcome my fear of gardening. I know that the seeds may be seedy, but I fear I am weedy (the grass certainly is) when it comes to getting on with planting things.
This might otherwise be entitled ‘Missing the bus and visiting Poundstretcher (again)’ – there’s a rather convenient shop near the bus stop I use when heading home after work. Rather than stand at the stop for the next 14 minutes (bus comes every 15 anyway), I nipped in, and came out with lots of packets of seeds.
I am actually thinking of them for a friend as part of a Christmas present. But they had multiple types of seed in each packet, including a Mexican one with seeds for peppers and chillies, a Chinese one with pak choi…you get the picture. If I combine my love of things international with my devotion to food, it might get me back to the soil.
Even better…they turned out to be a bargain! Each packet was meant to be 99p, but for some reason, they sold them to me for 49p a packet. I now have 15 varieties of seeds for £2.45! All of which should help if a few of them fall on rocky wocky soil, or that kind of thing.
Spoke to my gardening friend at work, who informed me that I can also plant garlic and onions at this time of year, plus broad beans. Not a fan of broad beans, but the other two, always useful.
Garlic, I’m told, is as easy as taking individual cloves of garlic, sticking them in the ground one by one, pressed down by your thumb. You could even mark out a bat shape if you wanted them to be particularly effective, I guess. (I decided to pass on jokes about staking them out.)
Hopefully, now I’ve got your interest in my gardening potential, you can reply, and shame me into planting them.
And for Mr Fischbacher’s song writing talents…find out more about what happens when seed falls on goody woody soil: www.fischy.com (It’s a Noisy World album)