Some of my fondest memories of gardening began with my Gran.
Gran had a large farm garden, covering a few hectares with flowing lawns highlighted by flamboyant trees with their bright orange flowers in summer. We grew up without fences; hedges of bougainvillaea were planted to keep the antelope out of the garden. I remember Gran in her big grass hat for protection against the hot Zululand sun, bent over working the soil with her bare hands. Her garden was her oasis.
“Gramps” wasn’t much of a gardener, but he had smuggled poppy seeds back from the Second World War and I grew up knowing they were his special flowers, with so much more meaning than we could not ever imagine. Around his birthday in spring, his spot in the garden was filled with poppies.
I would pick buckets full of daisies, zinnias and calendulas from my grandparent’s garden for my teacher. I so clearly remember the look on her face when I walked into the classroom, and how flowers seemed to lift everyone’s spirits for the rest of the week.
My large farm garden already had 400 rose bushes which brought me so much joy. So, buying a “few” more was the most logical step… and that became the birth of “Farmgirl Flowers”.
The joys of handing over a freshly-picked bunch of luxurious and unusual flowers and the delight of watching our guests bury their heads to smell our old-world scented roses is priceless! Beautiful flowers simply make us feel good… in fact, they make us feel spectacular! And at Farmgirl Flowers, our personal touch and care makes selecting your special flowers a unique and exclusive experience.
I think I may have adopted Monet’s quote about flowers as my mantra: