So, next time you’re weeding your own garden (or, let’s be real, avoiding weeding your garden), think of her. She’s out there, somewhere, probably making dandelion salad and teaching her kid the Latin names of plants.
And when someone asks you, “Does Charlie Dimmock have a child?” you can nod wisely. You can say, “Yes. And I bet that kid can grow a better carrot than I’ve ever bought at the supermarket.” It’s a humbling thought. It’s a lovely thought.
It’s the kind of fact that makes you smile. Because in a chaotic world, it’s nice to know that somewhere, a gardening legend is just being a mum. And probably not wearing shoes. Again.
