Gardening and Politics
13 Feb 2011
(on a bit of an off-topic tangent)
I’ve never been quite sure where I sit on the political spectrum – the mixed influences of my right-wing parents and my guardian-reading habits have left me somewhat politically confused. But as I set about pruning my worryingly overgrown garden yesterday morning, I suddenly caught sight of the Tory streak in me.
To set the scene, I haven’t attempted any serious gardening since planting pansies as a little girl, and about a year ago I found myself responsible for maintaining our little back garden. It was full of life – roses, a vine, a few dark-green-waxy leaved typed plants, one really prickly thing, and one oversized shrub that’s about to burst into amazing yellow blossom. I let everything grow and grow, and totally ignored the fact that they were getting too big for our little square patch, that they were at risk of strangling one another whilst crumbling the raised beds that they sprout from.
Then came yesterday, when I realised it was high time for some ruthless pruning. Having not donned my gardening gloves for so many years, I decided the best tactic was to go for the full-blown cut back – cut each plant right back to the size and shape that I think it should be, swiftly snipping off healthy but out-of-place or oversized branches, and see what happens.

I’ve definitely saved the flower bed walls from imminent collapse, and my hope is that the plants will grow back much healthier, thicker, and prettier than before, whilst leaving space for the spring bubs to break through and flower. I’ve been assured that everything in our garden is incredibly hardy, and will grow back no matter what. If that’s really the case, then I’ve done a great job. But somehow I suspect that one or two poor plants might not survive this morning’s brutality.
Luckily I spotted the new bulbs and blossoming shoots before I snipped them as well; let’s just hope that Cameron spots our country’s spring shoots before he cuts their lifelines too. There are so many innovative social enterprises and ambitious community projects out there, ripe and ready to burst into blossom in the spring of ‘Big Society’, but they’re still far too vulnerable to withstand the ruthless snip of the secateurs.








