If you’re a chemist, the answer is of course yes, since I am approximately 18% carbon. But assuming we’re discussing the vexed matter of organic gardening, then am I? If so, why won’t I say so?

Monty Don made the news this week after several garden chemical companies complained that he failed to mention their insecticide products when discussing the problem of lily beetle on Gardener’s World. He said that the only way to control them is to pick them off and destroy them. Apparently the BBC agreed that he would in future be more balanced and Monty reacted as one might imagine – something on the lines of ‘over my dead body’, I assume, and the alleged spat made the news. If the story is half-true, pity the poor soul who had the job of ringing Monty up to discuss it…

Monty rightly received wide support for his stance on Twitter – but one response caught my eye, from Nigel Colborn, gardening writer for, amongst others, the Daily Mail. He said he wouldn’t use these neonicotinoid insectides, especially after the emergence of recent evidence like this, but also said he would never call himself an organic gardener, or join the organic ‘religion’. The reply touched a nerve with me, because I sometimes toy with the idea of describing the garden and the nursery as ‘organic’ but always step back. Somehow I can’t securely attach the label to myself and wear it with confidence.

Here’s the case for:
  • I don’t use any chemical pesticides, herbicides or plant feeds
  • I do use biological controls, plant based pesticides and a granular plant food from a reputable supplier labelled ‘organic’
  • I only use peat-free compost
  • Our home is partly heated by a wood-burning stove fired by our own wood, and the roof generates both hot water and electricity via solar panels. 
  • In the nursery, we produce as many plants as we can ourselves, and buy as much of the rest as possible from UK wholesalers in tiny plants to cut down transport costs. 
Cut and dried, isn’t it? Organic to my boots.

Well, it depends on what definition of organic you go by. For many, it simply means the avoidance of chemical controls i.e. the exclusive use of plant or animal based fertilisers and pesticides. The use of peat doesn’t matter one way or another – I could use bales of the stuff and still be organic. The solar panels are just a distraction too. On this definition, I certainly am.

For others it’s an entire way of managing the land and of working with the cycle of life. It means returning fertility to the land via composting, minimising inputs of all types. In effect it’s about harvesting the solar energy that lands on your land and the fertility in your soil and living entirely off it, by growing your own, recycling everything onto it and bartering your surpluses for that which you can’t produce. I don’t know anyone doing that in the UK in the 21st Century. I guess someone, somewhere does. 

On this second measure, or anything like it, I fail spectacularly.

You see, despite our solar panels and all the rest of it, Dave and I are still above average consumers of energy on a UK measure and massively so on a global measure. Why? Because we live in a fairly big detached house, drive two cars and have lots of electrical gadgetry. (I suspect Monty’s energy use is similarly high, given his busy lifestyle, not least because of the travelling). We do some composting, but not nearly enough to supply the nursery, so we buy that in too.

And in the garden and nursery, we pot all our plants into plastic pots, consuming fossil fuels and energy in the process. (I tried biodegradable ones and they were a disaster on the nursery. Dried out too quick, can’t get plants out for potting on, etc.) Young plants are transported to us on lorries and our output is taken away by customers who drive here in cars. The garden is large, and even now that I’ve reduced the lawns by over half in favour of new beds or wildflower meadows we still burn petrol every week in the mowers.

So, what do you think now? Should I stop fretting about the exact extent to which I am organic and just wear the badge with pride? Or, like the not-quite-vegetarian-who-refuses-to-call-herself-a-vegetarian-even-though-everyone-else-does, that I am, shall I continue to resist calling myself ‘organic’ because I know I fall far short of any sense of the proper meaning of it? 

We all live lives full of best endeavours and compromises. So enjoy your gardening, however you do it. And to cheer you up and smooth your now furrowed brow, here’s a picture of the two six week old kittens which we brought home yesterday. Nursery mousers, I hope…