I have fond memories of enjoying moments with my late grandfather in his vege-garden, picking radishes and peas, and all sorts of wholesome goodness. He encouraged us to ramble up his camelia trees and poke our hands in bird nests, to race snails and pick chokos. In my late nana’s wild exotic world of a garden we would spend hours eating monkey apples, playing hid and seek amongst the huge wild looking trees, searching for frogs by the fish pond… and in my mothers garden she encouraged us to grow our own herbs, raid the fruit trees and showed us how to weed and care for plants… we would escape for hours and whole days in these wonderlands of nature… and thanks to these three people influencing my childhood I believe is why I love gardening with a passion now.