All my life I have lived surrounded by beautiful gardens. As a child the garden was a place of escape into wonder and make believe. As I grew older the garden became a place of family working bees - arguing with my siblings and protesting with my parents as we raked leaves, watered the garden beds and mowed the lawns . As a young adult home from university, the garden grew into a place where I could talk with my mother about the questions of life, as I helped her toil away in the vegie patch or prune the roses.
The garden grew and transformed, as I grew and transformed.Read More