Photo taken by Dean Hearne for my book, Grow & Gather

Welcome, lovely

Pull up a comfortable chair, pour yourself a mug of something delicious, and join me to dream about flowers.

This is a space for beauty and blissful escapism; daydreaming by the fire on rainy days, taking a moment to yourself in the hammock on a summer’s day.

Whether you have a garden of your own, or want to live vicariously through my English country cottage and garden, I want to help you pause and notice the shifts in the seasons as they come, the poetry in every stage of green growing things.

My name is Grace Alexander, and I know a bit about the need for escapism. When I’m not packing seeds, turning a back lawn into a kitchen garden or debating the pros and cons of yellow Pompom dahlias (they give great dye colour but they are oh so ugly), I am an expert witness psychologist in the UK family courts. The days might be a bit grim, but the weekends are filled with dogs, tea, flowers and the wondrous experience of life in a Somerset thatched cottage.

I have been gardening forever, off and on. What I lack in technical brilliance as a gardener, I make up for with experience and enthusiasm. My growing space (about a quarter of an acre, tiny) was all developed from scratch in 2013 and has been going from strength to strength ever since. It includes an orchard, a flower field, meadows and a kitchen garden.

I am a registered and certified APHA seed-merchant, and have been growing flowers for sale (either as flowers or for seed) since 2013. In August 2020 I launched my passion project, Gather, which is an online membership for flower lovers.

I am also the author of the best-selling book, Grow & Gather, and my work has been featured in places like The Guardian, Gardens Illustrated, and House & Garden.

I am not a person of half measures so I don’t really have hobbies or interests, I have obsessions and all-consuming passions. Currently, Japanese textiles and dyeing, unusual winter squash varieties, chronically under-exposed photography, and building hazel domes for old roses.

Always dogs though, always.