Gardening runs in my family.
My mother and sister both grow all variety of edibles, my grandmother is a plantswoman of whose skill I can only hope to emulate and going further back, my family has grown orchards and tended farmland; getting back to the earth is something that runs pretty deep.
Being a ex-designer (and a sucker for creating order in a chaotic world), I prefer architectural gardening; unusual plants, hard landscaping, distinctive shapes and smells.
Recent research by the King’s Fund for UK Department of Culture, Media and Health (2015) indicate that after the age of 25, gardening activity sharply rises to more than 40% for 25-44 year olds, over 60% in the 45-64 age bracket and over 70% for the over 65s. I wonder if there is a any correlation that could be drawn between between age, career progression / complexity and the need to get out into green space – or whether its just people eventually realising that most of the programmes on television are pretty rubbish during the day…
Gardens and gardening are my ‘mental clearance spaces’; the places I gravitate towards when I have been posed a particularly thorny technical problem, or I have multiple work demands on my time that are beginning to push me towards the edge of what I can handle in one go. Being in, walking through, or being actively engaged in creating or maintaining gardens quiets the mind, allows me to relax, and gives me time to sift through and make sense of what is actually going on. It is one of my more reliable methods of accessing my ‘systems thinking’ brain; tuning out all the useless information, the endless meetings and the extraneous ‘noise’ of a issue or problem and chasing down the roots of the issue.
Gardens have no judgement, no hurried thinking, no changing demands bar what you put on yourself.. Freud said:
‘ Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflict,’
– something that I think all of us could probably benefit from in today’s modern, connected and hyper-politicized world.
And on that note I am going to go and attack a particularly pernicious weed that has decided to inveigle its way into my flower bed.