Do you remember somewhere as a child you felt truly safe?
My childhood sanctuary isn’t made of bricks and mortar but of bark and leaf and earth and fruit.
The house itself is insignificant compared to the gardens…
As children we spent most of our time outdoors, so it probably shouldn’t have surprised me as an adult returning home to find in being in this garden helps my stresses melt away.
This has become my goal… To establish a garden which evokes within the same calm.
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