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Happily Ever Becoming
Perhaps that is what all gardens are: an ongoing dialogue between a person and a place, a conversation that can last a lifetime.
To Know Them You Must Grow Them
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.
Room for Butterflies
Perhaps that is how the name Beth rolled off her tongue, as if they had been friends for decades…
From Our Garden to Your Home
It was a cold, blustery January day when I discovered the Forman Garden tucked on the northern side of the Conservatory.
The Unknown Unknown
"...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."
Tapas for Thanksgiving
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...
Cornish Destiny
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...
A Hellvelyn of a Time
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?"
Let's Talk About Plants
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...
My Weekend with Rosemary
Since I have returned from my weekend at Sandhill Farm, I have realized that the garden really is Rosemary herself. Honest, beautiful, always changing.
Surrey, Darling
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.