When my mother died, I returned to Graskop to live in her home and cherish her garden, getting back to the roots that never left me. A garden is a silent witness of the lives it has held in it’s spaces. A repository of memories, tears, laughter and secrets. Being the steward of a garden is an important job. A garden can never be a possession, only a gift, a privilege and a joy. Being able to sleep warm at night looking at the garden through a window is a comfort and blessing. For a garden to be the world, it needs love, care, a few dogs and a veggie patch.
- Griet van der Meulen