One of my favourite garden writers is Helen Dillon. In On Gardening she follows in the tradition of Vita Sackville West's famous weekly Observer articles, though in Dillon's case they appeared in the Sunday Tribune in Ireland.
I like her irreverent sense of humour in articles such as Sowing a Few Seeds of Doubt, Stressed Out among the Greenfly, and Glorious Vulgarities in a Tub!
The following is from A Gardener's Refuge:
'The garden shed, the one you see pictures of in gardening books, is equipped with clean tools, gleaming tidily from their hooks, stacks of flowerpots, graded according to size, and an immaculate potting bench. The reality is somewhat different. The most versatile structure you can buy, the garden shed can be adapted to any use. Apart from being the last refuge for smokers these days, an extra bedroom in an emergency, a dump for anything and everything that seems too good to throw away, for me its most brilliant attribute is as a private place in which to escape from the world.
For a start nobody knows exactly what you are doing in the shed, but obviously you're very busy, and shouldn't be disturbed. It should be sited out of hearing distance of the telephone or doorbell. At the sound of approaching footsteps, rattle the flowerpots, so as to give the impression of work in progress....'