Introduction
O
ver the many years I’ve worked in gardens, I’ve worn many hats – both literal and figurative! I’ve broken ground in the coldest depths of a UK winter, and studied the karri tree in the blistering heat of the Western Australian bush. I’ve led vast redesigning projects in the public realm and spent many hours propagating seedlings in dilapidated greenhouses of quiet country estates. Labels and titles mean little to me, but I’ve been given many: landscaper, plant buyer, gardener, horticulturist, student of botany, designer, head gardener, nursery manager, veg grower and garden writer. I spend my days in the muck and the flowers, with all the trials and tribulations and joys and satisfaction that go with a weathered life. Gardening is in my bones; not only has it provided for me and my family, but it has also taught me more than I ever thought I’d gain from a simple and honest occupation. When you work with your hands in the soil and the sun on your back, you take in the natural world at close quarters, in an