


I dreamed of a garden like in England when I was very young. This idea never left me, and I couldn't help but turn my dream into reality—a dream of a romantic garden, an overgrown country house, garden rooms filled with fragrant roses, a shaded garden like a forest, a babbling brook, and dragonflies gliding over the pond. Ferns, bluebells, and all the wonderful treasures of nature. I wanted to bring these visions to life. Because true adventures begin in the mind—there, they take root, slowly take shape, and become reality, a designed and lived dream.
Somehow, I could already feel the garden before it even existed. In my imagination, it was already complete. It only needed to become visible to others. I wanted to bring to life what I had envisioned in my thoughts. So I started reading, learning, and sketching, visited nurseries, and observed the gardens of elderly women in the neighborhood. I was particularly inspired by Vita Sackville-West’s book about her garden in Sissinghurst, Kent.
And then, I got to work!
The gradual transformation of the garden took almost 20 years. Ideas emerged, were developed, refined, and implemented. I did much of the work myself or was actively involved when walls were built or paths laid. Planting concepts were created, garden furniture was carefully painted, and the purpose of each garden room was thoughtfully considered. Everything had to be harmonious—I wanted to capture different moods: sunny and shaded, symmetrical and wild, open and enchanted. The scent of roses, the sound of water, wind rustling through the grasses, birds bathing in the pond. My garden was meant to appeal to all the senses. It should be a place to linger and feel good, a space to dream.
As early as 1992, I had the idea of opening the garden to visitors and sharing it with like-minded people. It was a bold decision, as there was no garden boom at the time, no other show gardens, and no "Nature in the Garden" initiatives. I was something of a pioneer. Since 1994, my garden has been open to visitors. Over the years, I have met many wonderful people, shared a lot, and received so much in return!
"She walks among the loveliness she made, between the apple-blossoms and the water - She walks among the patterned pied brocade, every flower her son and every tree her daughter."
(Vita Sackville-West)