Ali’s friend

“I met Sierra when she lived at Lanfranchi’s. She lived in the front room that looked over Cleveland Street. Her room was cozy and colourful and had lots of great light. When she moved to a darker room she really started cultivating the little garden under the stairs and all the poor house plants trying to survive in the warehouse. I think this plant was originally one of them, but I’m not exactly sure. After Sierra moved to a ‘proper house’ I went to visit her and there was this huge plant growing in her bathroom. It was so tall it had reached the ceiling and was beginning to end over with nowhere else to go. She sliced off the top with a knife and gave it to me. ‘Stick it in a pot and it will grow’, she said. I also lived in a new house by this time and was trying to establish a garden in the courtyard so it felt more homely. I stuck the cutting in a pot and it withered and disappeared … Even after six months I couldn’t bring myself to face the fact that it had died … And then miraculously … it came to life … Thank you beautiful Sierra.”
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Ali, Enmore

ali’s tale

Yesterday was a great day for the Hanging Gardens & Other Tales.
Many willing plant lovers parted themselves from special friends, to enrich the display of beautiful tales.
below is the tale told by Ali’s green friends:

“I thought I was a total brown-thumb, death to plants, until the day my ex-girlfriend took me around her garden and picked a little pup off each of her favourite succulents, sent me home cradling them gently in my lap. Watching those little plants thrive inspired me like nothing else. I was out every morning exclaiming over each new millimetre of growth. An obsession was born.
Last time I moved house I brought two trailer loads of plants with me.
Finding intriguing objects to contain my plants is my secondary obsession. Tea-pots, tea-cups, colanders, saucepans & boots have all served.
These two plants are descendants of the pups that kick-started this whole obsession.”

Ali, Newtown