About Us #

My sister and I grew up in a garden. We played our days away, not with toys, but with daisy-dolls dressed in petunias, snapdragons and nasturtiums. Our homes were between leafy, colourful beds of roses and bluets.

We had the freedom to eat from the garden and our friends were astonished when we offered them spekboom leaves as food. We had the freedom to pick flowers to our hearts’ content, and we often carried bucketsful for our mother’s artful arrangements.

Some people get hysterical about bees, but we were never afraid of bees or even snakes, because our parents respected animals and nature. What a privilege that my love for plants, birds and nature could put down its roots by them!

As a married woman, I’ve also had the privilege of a beautiful garden where my children could grow up. My dream was always to have a nursery, and this dream came true in an old livestock kraal on our farmstead.

Sun’s golden rays
Undeserved grace
The singing of birds
Heaven’s serenade
When I’m in a garden, God is near –
And with that, I’ll say, “My home is here.”