Going in the wrong direction…?

It’s been just a little over seven months since we moved to Garden House and our family of two has extended to eight with the introduction of Hunter in December, four chickens in March and our latest baby of the family: Barney.  He’s a bundle of adorable mischief and makes me laugh and shout on a daily basis.

Our new baby...

Our new baby…

In addition we’re now pulling produce from my experimental garden.  I’ve always grown some fruit or veg in pots or the small plots of the postage stamp gardens I’ve had in the past, with little success.  So I wasn’t sure if it was the limitations of the surroundings or my lack of ability that produced, not quite failures but…

So this first year was all about experimentation.  If we got anything it would be a brilliant  bonus but I was sure I’d learn a lot and be in a better position next year.  So far we’ve had beetroot, cabbage, turnip, radishes, lettuce and potatoes, and there’s been an abundance of herbs.  I cannot explain the sheer excitement of collecting the eggs in the morning and going to the garden in the afternoon to see what’s ready.

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There have been some failures, one of my chilli plants has been blighted by small flies and a crop of beetroot were decimated, I suspect by rooks.  A similar fate befell the corn that was a foot and a half high.  That was a crushing blow.

‘Damn birds,’ I railed at the tops of the trees, and Jonathan chuckled and said I now sounded like a ‘proper farmer’.

It’s a very meditative and reflective process, this gardening lark, when I’m not shouting at the birds that is.  I was in the greenhouse the other day and a wasp was stuck in the top corner.  I tried to help it find the door but it kept insisting on batting itself against the roof.  Of course, with it’s limited knowledge of the situation it looked like the obvious way out and it got me thinking about life in general.


I found myself asking do we sometimes have to go in what appears to be the opposite direction, to get to where we really want to be?

Judging a situation, person or event without without the bigger picture can often lead to false assumptions or even giving up a dream because it might seem impossible from our small perspective.

So, whilst success had not arrived in my writing yet, depending on how you define success of course, I don’t have all the facts, I can’t see the bigger picture, and I’m not clear what forces are at work.

All I can do is write the best I can, be brave enough to put it out there, surrender judgement and practice patience.  This allows me, in my more reflective moments, to let go of the when and how.

But it has left me wondering if others have had similar experiences…?

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About me

Allison Agius lives in the North East of England with her husband.  They have five children between them. 

When she’s not working or writing she spends her time riding her Honda Hornet (in the summer), running (in the summer) and eating chocolate!