As children, my brother Murray and I were lucky enough to have gardening-obsessed parents, and to this day, I’m eternally grateful for their gentle introduction to all things horticultural. Our three, small to medium-sized family gardens over the years were crammed with roses, most notably the popular 70s rose ‘Superstar’, many perennials, stunning flowering shrubs and a variety of trees, all of which provided a veritable green playground for us both, and a biodiverse home to local wildlife.
Very happy summer days were spent chasing butterflies, making daisy chains and playing hide and seek with friends and family, before sitting down on a summer’s evening to watch bats swooping over the garden as we feasted on barbecued burgers and fresh, home-picked salad leaves. As an adult, these wonderful memories have…