It is two years since I made the move to London. Not having made the migration after university due to a morbid fear of being swamped by high rise and lack of green space I was finally tempted by my dream job and quickly realised, to my great relief, that urban green space is not an urban myth.
The flat I eventually bought was described by my city dwelling brother as ‘a dream come true’, a ground-floor flat with an overgrown communal garden and a garage to boot (a god send for seed trays, blood fish and bone and other accoutrements that don’t sit comfortably in the house all winter).
Communal gardening has its trials and tribulations - which is not surprising when so many people get involved. Gardeners who believe that Ceanothus should have its annual hair cut just before it is about to flower; community representatives only allowing a 50cm trim off the top of 6m cherry laurels for fear they will not grow back; and neighbours who are unaware what lies beneath their feet.
But garden spaces are used differently by each member and to me as a gardener I have learnt whilst trees can be used for hanging washing, lawns for disposal bbq’s to sit on and gravel an excellent place to stub out cigarettes, using the space together gets people talking to their neighbours and that can only be a good thing.
But down to the gardening. My garden, I discovered for this blog, is a 10m deep by 15m wide space (right). One size of a Chelsea Show Garden - god forbid if any of the judges should see this space. Two years ago overgrown evergreens ruled the borders, the seating area had no seats and the garden had an air of despondency.
Certain plants were ripped out entirely and others heavily pruned. Remembering this is a communal garden the desire to take out all the plants you positively loath and replace with your dream list is not possible. So I had to make the most of what I had.
Cherry Laurels that had got out of hand were lifted to a clear stem, to not only let in more light but reduce the amount of water sucked out of the ground and give them a more architectural face. The laurel hedge (there is a lot of laurel in this garden) that runs down the side of the fence was given a very heavy cut.
I knew on a dry and exhausted soil it would take time to come back and it has taken 18 months to really recover into a very clean, neat looking hedge which I am delighted with.
This garden and group of 1960s flats sits on reclaimed land and it tells in the soil. It hasn’t had a single ounce of organic matter for decades – I found my first earth worm after a year of cultivation. Soil is the key to all successful planting; if your soil is dead or dying (which mine was) then it is hard to get establishment.
Incorporate as much organic matter as you can in the first year and get plants in the ground with a good dose of slow release fertiliser, such as blood fish and bone, for it will start to bring the soil back to life and with it increase the health and number of plants you can grow.
I am lucky for at the end of each Chelsea Flower Show I go round and scrape up spent compost from exhibitor stands to dress my borders, but many urban garden centres in London do seem to have products such as Revive (
http://www.viridor.co.uk/home) or similar on sale.
I have now owned two gardens of my own and in both cases improving the soil was the key to success. I now aim not to disturb the soil unless I am planting and thinly top dress several times during the year and always after rain, preferring to let the soil beasties do their work whilst I am doing mine.