I was not brought to art galleries when I was a child/young teen - it was to garden centres. It was a Sunday routine that I detested, which surprised my mum as she believed I had a somewhat artistic temperament. I used to walk along the little walls which divided the plantations testing my balance which relieved some boredom. In April, I decided (with the aid of a housemate) to weed the front garden of our house and plant seeds. The Oak tree and scented geranium had been planted by another house mate over 18 months ago but it looked sparse. I planted sweet pea and nasturtiums. I plan to plant violas for some winter colour. Riveting information, but a sort of achievement for me (or my mum - she finally made me understand why one would garden). Some before and after pics below. (The before pic is taken with a motorola phone.)