I didn’t always have a green thumb. To be honest my thumb is more dirt-brown these days rather than a brilliant emerald colour, as are the digits of Alan Titchmarsh or Monty Don.
But I plunge my scratched-up hands in the garden a lot more now that we live on a farm, and hey presto — I’ve helped things grow!
Watching a flower unfurl and change colour because you gave it a bit of water and attention every other day? There’s a whole heap of magic in that.
Here’s a close-up collage of some of the flowers that have inspired my mornings with their sunny g’day. On some quiet days on the farm, they’re even my best buds.