son·der noun
the realisation that each passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Why the name
Every bloom that leaves this garden walks into someone else’s story.
This patch started as a few tubers in the corner of an Everton Park backyard and got thoroughly out of hand — the way the best things do. Now it’s rows of dinnerplates, balls and pompons, grown through the subtropical seasons by one very stubborn gardener.
Everything is cut the morning it leaves. Most of it you can come and cut yourself.