Cultivating gardens for gardeners
Welcome to Roots & Ramblings!
This space has been a place where I have written about my garden adventures and musings since 2014. As I take the the leap into launching Roots & Ramblings as a garden studio, this space will be under construction! So stay tuned for an official launch in JULY 2024! In the meantime, please get in touch over on the contact page. I would love to hear from you!
Perhaps that is what all gardens are: an ongoing dialogue between a person and a place, a conversation that can last a lifetime.
There is something about holding a plant in your hand that makes the clarity you have been longing for at the drawing table click into place on the ground.
Perhaps that is how the name Beth rolled off her tongue, as if they had been friends for decades…
It was a cold, blustery January day when I discovered the Forman Garden tucked on the northern side of the Conservatory.
"...There are known unknowns. That is to say there are things that we now know we don't know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we do not know we don't know."
About three weeks ago I packed up my giant mother of a suitcase and headed north to Sheffield, which is located at the southern tip of Yorkshire on the edge of the Peak District...
About a week ago I was sitting in an interview in New York City at the Garden Club of America headquarters. I was there interviewing for the RHS Interchange Fellowship, and opportunity which...
The other day I was in a Primo truck, chatting away with a gardener after lunch time. Suddenly we were flagged down by a visitor. We promptly reversed...
This past Saturday two other interns and I helped with the first day of children's garden. Each kid, with the help of their parents, has their own plot with an assortment of veggies...
Spending time as a gardener binds you to the land in a way that only a few professions have the capability of doing...
The entire garden department for the estate is located in a group of buildings up on a hill back in the woods, I like to call it Garden Village...
Sweet Home Alabama | Where the skies are so blue | Sweet Home Alabama | Lord, I'm comin' home to you!
A couple of weeks ago was Thanksgiving. It was a bit of a weird Thanksgiving for me because I found myself across the Atlantic ocean in the country the pilgrims first fled from...
While I was sitting on top of the hill watching the sun set over the ocean, I had a frantic urge to write. I needed to capture the methodical crash of the waves against the cliffs...
When I was 8 years old, I decided I was going to be a novelist. I think I heard about an 11 year old who wrote a series of novels about dragons and became a child prodigy. I remember thinking, "how hard can it be?"
Since I have returned from my weekend at Sandhill Farm, I have realized that the garden really is Rosemary herself. Honest, beautiful, always changing.
Hardly anyone has heard of Rousham. No dogs or children are allowed. It has no tea room or gift shop. All it has is a ticket machine, and for 5 pounds you can have one of the greatest gardens in the world...
One of the first questions I asked Row was if Wisley was considered London. She replied, "No... Surrey, darling!" With this answer I knew I would like where we were headed.
I am currently sitting on the front terrace of my cute little Air bnb watching the most incredible sunset over the 11th century church across the street. The past few days have been dreamy and a tad jet laggy...
"Let no one be discouraged by the thought of how much there is to learn. Looking back upon nearly thirty years of gardening..."
Ah. The reflecting pool. It's black, it's rectangular, and everyone seems to wonder how deep it actually is.