Green and Pleasant

It's already been established in a previous post that our house, is a very, very nice house. The garden isn't too shabby either. I've never been a gardener, the only time I've had green fingers was due to a very nasty skin complaint that I'd rather not talk about. However, I suddenly find myself staring at the plot of land at the back of our house and, well, feel this overwhelming urge to attack it with gardening equipment!
Last sunday, we bought a leaf rake. Yesterday, I entered the floral arena, weapon in hand, and spent a rather pleasant hour making a pile of leaves. I even found a dead shrew! Wow! This gardening lark is actually pretty exciting! I left the shrew on top of the pile of leaves as bait in the hope of attracting more exotic forms of wildlife but so far all I've seen was a neighbours cat pooing near the big shed.
I am determined to grow something in the garden. We both want to grow herbs, so I think that's a good start.