I just discovered a new room. The one outside. With not even a window box to our name, 3 small cacti and only one tiny plant on the verge of death as we left the apartment, I was feeling quite intimidated about taking over such large front and back gardens. All I saw on our two viewings was the promise of Hydrangeas, and what we failed to see was the hard work and problems of four types of Bamboo running wild. In fact, I considered hiring a gardener, and was quite uninterested in the upkeep.But the first weekend we could get outside, we did little fixes here and there, he built, I pruned. So, as soon as that elusive sunshine showed up last weekend, we got back outside. While the boys dug up the borders and concrete down the sides of the house, I started small, with my favourite new living friends from the Alpine family. I have never properly cared for plants before, obviously I love florals and blooms, pretty colours an’all, but taking care of plants always ended badly, dry soil, drooping flowers and eventually death.Please welcome the new me, a girl concerned with, soil, grit, and mostly the wellbeing of all these amazing little plants. I can’t believe the stressful feelings I get, just hoping they all survive in the new containers I put them in. Gardeners world is my go to programme, Monty Don my new love, and I am way more excited to be watching Chelsea flower show than ever before.After collecting a few alpines, succulents and one little shrub over the last few weeks, we finally picked up a random collection of pots and pans to move them in to.This is the little oasis in one corner that has made me very happy, after a back breaking afternoon digging clearing and lopping a forest of Bamboo that is not fit for interent viewing, lets hope it all survives!