About the Transplanted Gardener
It’s a long story…
Here are some articles explaining how I discovered gardening and how I was transplanted to create my garden in the Sussex…
Getting The Gardening Bug
From the time that I had a place to do it, I wanted to grow things, mostly flowering plants. I didn’t know anything about plants; I didn’t come from a family of what I would now call “proper” gardeners. My Mother planted a lot of annuals and bulbs (rather nicely, I now realize) and there was always fresh parsley to cut for garnishes for when my parents entertained, but that was about it...
Being Transplanted
In the early 90’s I found myself being “transplanted” from the US to the UK, a process that was not entirely without difficulty…. It turns out that, just because two countries speak the same language (more or less), that is no guarantee there won’t be big differences in other areas… The language part was easy and interesting; the cultural differences were vast and sometimes distressing...
Finding Saffrons
Saffrons; we fell in love at first sight. We had looked in vain for over two years...When the brochure came through our letter slot it seemed too perfect to be true…and it was. Our untouched “gem” hadn’t had any money spent on it since before it was sold with its three acres in 1930. It was held together with plumber’s tape and promises…the surveyor thought that we were mad…we were in love.