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5 simple but transformative tips to make your garden bloom like never before. Spring cleaning: Clear away any debris, dead leaves and weeds. A clean...
I think I was two when I held my first hoe.
The work gloves came much later. Way too big, of course. We were going to pick stones. My family had been farmers for generations. Cucumbers and strawberries. And Christmas trees. The strawberries in particular had grown enormously. The crops themselves. And of course we children helped. They were perfect summer jobs in my childhood.
The work gloves came much later. Way too big, of course. We were going to pick stones. My family had been farmers for generations. Cucumbers and strawberries. And Christmas trees. The strawberries in particular had grown enormously. The crops themselves. And of course we children helped. They were perfect summer jobs in my childhood.
I grew up in the countryside in Småland. On a big farm. And mum and dad had and still have a burning interest in greenery. When it grows. And they are both gifted with green fingers, with both flower shops and plantations in the past. They know the difference between a pruner and a secateur. And a shovel and a spade. And yes, my fingers are probably pretty "green" too. I live among lemons, vines and tomatoes in my beloved Spain most of the year. The lettuce beds in my wine boxes are probably the ones I'm most proud of. Growing and watching things grow is one of the greatest pleasures I know.
But then I'm a creator too. An artist's soul. And that has to synchronise. Be beautiful to the eye. The peace and harmony. And I remember when I had just planted the last beautiful green, slightly greyish hakona grass together with the spearwort by my hot tub on the terrace back in Stockholm, facing Gröna Lund. So incredibly beautiful. All that green and the grey, weathered cedar synchronised with the water and the Djurgården ferries. But the water.
Well, that's just it. I refused to install any bright red or orange, or for that matter blue or yellow plastic tubing amidst all the beauty. And that's where and when the idea for my hoses was born. The stylish, sleek, functional ones t