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Here, I dreamed a story and wrote it upon the earth. I planted a tree and watched in wonder. And, here, I lived a life of Growing Grace from ashes.
Kim Johnson
For a long time, I loved another garden, across the mountain in another time, another place. Our place – mine, John’s, our daughter Kim’s – The Herb of Grace, a nursery, a tearoom, a shop where gardeners gathered to breathe and walk and dream and laugh.
But, then
“To everything there is a …
I owned a small specialist nursery, The Herb of Grace, for a lot of years, been in the business of plants, one way or another, for more than thirty – propagating, potting, pruning, watering, nurturing. I have loved green and growing things as long as I can remember. From the time I sat in a field of wild…
Sometimes, you just need to get away and breathe. In the early morning, mist rises off the creeks and you can hear the splash of the frogs as they leap from the banks. And there is always the sound of birdsong and silence. In late winter the mingling fragrances of Prunus mume, the flowering apricot, and Daphne…
