I was born in London and lived in England an important part of my life. There I learned to love the gardens, to wait impatiently, after the long, dark and cold winters, the first yellow daffodils, vibrant with color, an explosion of joy that anticipated spring.
My favorite landscapes are gardens and countryside: the garden of Miss Lee, my London grandmother, where a squirrel jumped from the apple tree and waited on the wall for the stuffed cookie that we offered him every afternoon; the garden of the little square that gave the room of my residence in London, which could only be accessed with a key that seemed magical to me; the garden of my family in the Empordà, where I learned to plant and enjoy the wait, and to marvel at the passing of the seasons and the nightly cry of the owl; that of my maternal grandparents in the Gironde, with its forest of bamboos and giant sapinettes from which swings hung; the public garden in front of his house in Bordeaux, with its huge Ginkgo biloba, which I have never been able to replicate; the university gardens at Oxford, with its centuries-old elms, its flowers and its deer; the garden hanging over the sea from my favorite house in Galicia, with its path of lavender and roses that almost reached the sea.
And now also my little home garden, full of shelters and food for the birds. I could illustrate my life with the gardens in which I have grown and lived. I dream of being able to visit more gardens and fields, in Japan, in Bhutan, in Ireland ... The garden is for me the living symbol of the best of the human spirit and nature, a work of art of serenity, patience and beauty, a true accomplice of your life.
«Gardening is a way of showing the world that you believe in tomorrow.»
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