A couple of days before we made our way back to England, we decided to pop to my grandparents’ house to spend the afternoon with them. We usually go for long country walks with them, so we took Amy’s balance bike with us, but the weather wasn’t on our side, so we decided to spend time in the garden to not be too far away in case it started raining.
Amy loved my grandparents’ garden as much as I did when I was younger. She walked around the flower bets admiring the different petal shapes and colours, trying to sneakily pick some of them when my Nan wasn’t looking – she’s a brave one this girl.
I never dared to go anywhere near my Nan’s flower beds when I was little. I knew from quite an early age that they are somewhat sacred to her, so I stuck to digging up potatoes while my sister liked collecting dead leaves with my nan, making sure that everything looked pretty.
And pretty it is still now, almost 15 years later. My grandparents are 83 and 79 now and so passionate about their gardens that you won’t ever find a weed there or anything overgrowing. And yes, I said gardens. They have a big garden at the back of their house and another one in an allotment about 10 minutes walk away. It has a bungalow with a big living space and a bathroom in it and when we were little we spent all day there playing in our sandpit, enjoying BBQs or helping out.
When Amy saw that there were tomatoes to be picked, she instantly got into little helper mode. She carefully lifted my grandad’s individual mini-greenhouses off each tomato plant and started picking the fruits that my Nan pointed out to her. Her little face was priceless! She was so proud that she was allowed to help and even prouder when she placed the fruits into my grandad’s hands.
Amy now loves her tippies even more (that’s her word for tomatoes, don’t ask me why or where it came from) and I think my grandparents were just incredibly happy that they could pass some of their love for gardening onto their great-grandaughter.
Amy definitely had a ball and enjoyed spending a day in the country. She chased my grandad’s chickens, collected eggs and brought in her first harvest of fresh tomatoes – what more could you ask for?