Posted: 25/04/2016 at 12:50
When I was 4 living in Germany, there was a field at the back of our house and this gave me my first plant memory as it was covered in red poppies that were as tall as me. I can still see the colour, smell the grass and see the petals moving. There is so much we forget as we grow up but that memory affected me forever and wherever I live plants and trees have been my saviour. As soon as I was old enough to follow my father around through woods and watch insects climbing around his roses, pinks and dahlias and feel the impact of what gardens can do for you I was out there and could not wait to have my first garden. I have had large and small gardens and no matter what the size, the joy of filling them with plants, birds and insects gives such a sense of achievement and has boosted my confidence no matter what. We poor old humans have little control on what happens in the rest of the world but the pleasure and excitement that comes from developing your own plot and creating even the smallest pocket of beauty is a marvellous thing.