I have great memories of playing in gardens as a child. My favourite was always my Uncle Bob’s. Every Summer we’d play badminton or frisbee avoiding his greenhouse as best we could. We’d admire his beautiful Bonsai trees and sit in the sun at many a BBQ. The garden I wanted M to grow up in had to be able to offer him wonderful memories too.
When we discovered our new home we were concerned the garden would be a bit small. We were lucky to be buying a house with so much space inside, we were worried we’d not got as much outdoor space as we had hoped. But as soon as we’d moved in I could tell I had got the garden I wanted.
With room for garden furniture and a BBQ (which we are on the hunt for) there was plenty of space for Clara and I, so what would M make of it? Well let’s just say he loved it just as much as me. Our shed is full of his scooters, bikes and skateboard which have been endlessly ridden down our path already and I sense the shed will also become a source of bug hunting.
Our small but big enough for us, patch of grass has become a football field, ice hockey rink and the surface of another planet. M’s fought giant battles, been hunting with long wooden spears and climbed Everest, without leaving our back gate.
Our garden wall stands very tall and became the side of a mountain. M and I worked together to see if he could climb it and had so much fun. It’s a memory I hope he keeps for a long time.
I hope one day M will be on the search for a garden to give his children some great memories, just like he had growing up.