My four beetroots

I do not consider myself a gardener. I don't think I ever will be. Yet, I do like a nice garden. To sit in and look at. But work in. Mmmm, not really been my thing. For those of you who read last weeks post, there seems to be a bit of a theme here!!

I do love the idea of growing my own veg or herbs, but something always holds me back. I could blame it on time, but its more than this. I think it's a fear of failing. I mean how irrational is that? Who cares if my coriander wilts or my carrots don't sprout? But I think that's why I don't try. Also let's be clear, I don't have a clue how to start.

So whilst at a garden centre with my friend, I dared to buy four beetroot plants. I did stand in front of them for at least 15 minutes, deliberating if I could do this. Plucking up the courage to plunge into the depths of self sufficiency. I carefully, and with way too much deliberation, selected four little plants. I went crazy.

I had no idea that each plant only produced one veg, but hey, isn't this learning part of the process.

So I carefully took them home, planted them and subsequently watered them.

I walk past them most days and get excited, when I see them still standing upright. It's been a week now.

I think I need to be patient now and research a little on treatment and harvest time, but I am so excited about my first attempt at farming.

I have even began thinking if I should venture into a second veg. Any idea, what could still work?

Maybe I could get into this after all.