27/10/2026
I really can’t stand it when people take themselves too seriously in the garden.
I’ve been ‘reprimanded’ on here in the past for not using plants’ Latin names, I’ve been called anti-intellectual! I promise I’m not, I just know that it’s these sorts of attitudes that are stopping untold numbers of people from starting their gardens, because it makes gardening sound like such ✨SERIOUS BUSINESS✨
It’s the same reason I get annoyed by people who are puritanical about growing only native plants. Yes, it is good to understand your plants, it’s cool to know what plant family they come from, which plants they’re related to, how to identify them, it’s great to plant things that support local wildlife, and native plants are great for that too.
The thing is, all of that comes naturally to most gardeners with time. The longer you garden, the more plants you find yourself recognising. The more plants you grow, the more confidence you get to add new, interesting and possibly fussier plants.
But none of that happens if you get intimidated out of starting in the first place!! None of that happens if other people make gardening seem high-pressure, overly complicated or like there are a million things you might get WRONG!
Gardening is easy. You need good soil for whatever you’re growing (if you want help with that, comment SOIL to grab my guide to fixing Perth soil), you need sunshine and water and you need plants that are tough and robust so you can cut your teeth on a garden that isn’t so precious and delicate that it’ll die in our first summer (comment PALETTE for my guide to 36 plants that are tough and grow easily in Perth).
You also need to be ok with killing plants and with learning as you go.
I really think everyone who truly loves gardening (and who isn’t lumbered by a massive ego) will say the same, because even really great gardeners kill their plants, even experienced gardeners see plants they can’t identify (that’s part of the fun!).
If you need permission to garden imperfectly, you’ve found the right account, because everything I do is imperfect, and I routinely forget the names of a heap of plants growing in my