My roses celebrate some amazing women:
I stand and I think of the Vitas, the Nancys, the Ellens, the Beatrixes. The books such as the Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnet) that inspired me from an early age to want to plant things and see them grow. I think of Gwyneth who taught me so much about gardening from before I can almost remember.
I think of the amazing women I have met in gardening who are strong, confident, informed and knowledgeable; some of whom I am honoured to now regard as my friends.
I think about how lucky I am that I can stand and look at my garden, that I have the freedoms I have. I pause and think of those who do not have this now or did not in the past. I think of the women who fought and died so that I can stand here contemplating. I think of the women still fighting and dying and suffering.
Yes I am influenced and in awe of many male gardeners; I am not denying that or demeaning that for one moment, but today is about women. So to all the fantastic women gardeners/garden designers/garden writers/botanists/scientists on this International Women's Day - I salute you.