Long before I was a florist, I was a psychologist. I still am. A proper coal face psychologist. Life is difficult, complicated and often just a bit too intangible for comfort. A few years ago, I knew I needed to ground myself. I wanted to stand on the earth, and soil and grass between my toes. I wanted real, touchable, physical beauty. So I got dogs. So I grew flowers. So the seed that became Grace Alexander Flowers was sown.