Audere est Facere
Yes indeedy, Audere est Facere! Not just the motto of the might Tottenham Hotspur (we’re building for the future, honest), but also a creed for all idiot gardeners out there. That’ll be me then! For those of you with poor Latin (what were you doing at school?) it translates as “To dare is to do”.
“Oh my God”, I hear you cry, “he’s off on the bloody dare to dream nonsense again.”
Like MLK, I had a dream. That dream was that once Hill 49 fell, and the crap was removed, and the four-foot deep ivy roots that were as thick as my arms were dug out and carried away (two pick-up truck loads I might add), that salad would grow. I dreamed that salad would grow in a bed the likes of which salad has never grown in before (well, in my garden at any rate).
Jesus died and came back to life, and aside from planting the spuds, I toiled on that dream, the dream I dared to dream. Royal weddings came along too, and Osama Bin Laden got deaded by the USA, and I dreamed the dream I dared to dream. Got that?
Look, for the slow ones, I spent two Bank Holiday weekends dreaming the dream I dared to dream. Yes that’s right people from other countries, all of us in the UK got a day off work because some toff married a bit of rough. You see, living in a cold rainy country where food costs more than a dentist earns does pay off sometimes.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was dreaming the dream I dared to dream, or some old ballsacks like that. I sawed a bit of my thumb (again – when will I learn to do it properly), I hit myself in the eye wifth a bit of 6 by 2, and I got a lovely bruise on the fleshy bit under my arm when it got trapped between two lumps of timber.
Did I give up? Did I buggery! I did it, and do you know why? Because I dared to dream that I dared to do it. And do it I did.
It’s 3 metres x 1.8 metres (that’s around 10 x 6 feet in old money), I only have to fill it with topsoil and compost mix (that’s tonight’s job) and fit a leaky pipe irrigation system. All the beds will be getting one in winter, but for now the new salad bed is the only empty one.
Once filled, it will be home to three kinds of lettuce, sorrel, various mustards, rocket, cress (water and land), ong choy (yes, it’s back for another go), pak choi and any other salad stuff I can think of. It’s a bit bigger than my original plan. This is what happens when you just think of something and build it without putting pen to paper!
Dare to dream! You know you want to!