Angelica Svanstrom

The garden for me is not work. Quite the opposite.
I realized pretty quickly that I wanted to create a garden that would thrive on its own, year after year.

Here is the thyme that sticks to your fingers, having survived the winter. Cress that explodes in color. Lush trees that frame us. Tomatoes that ripen slowly. Lilacs and bird cherry. Wild grape that gets bigger and stronger with each passing year.

The garden is the sun on my skin. The scent of lavender that lingers until October.

It's our place. Where we can just be. Rest, live and enjoy after a long cold winter.

I actually get quite stressed by the cultivation itself, or rather the pre-cultivation. That's why in recent years I've switched to direct sowing.

Except for the tomatoes. They take a bit of time here in Sweden. But I do it for the pleasure.

Picking your own tomatoes. Thyme for the grill. The cress taking over the ground. It's a magical feeling. Mmmmm, I can't wait

I grow things we use. Vegetables, herbs and flowers. Nothing is ever perfect and nothing is planned down to the smallest detail. I go by gut feeling and hope for something lush and beautiful to take over the garden.

When everything is in bloom, there's nothing like a lush garden. Watching the sun go down, feeling the air still warm, and finally being able to walk around among everything we've longed for for so long.