I’m Ali. For over twenty years, I worked as a florist for weddings, events, commercial work, and the full spectrum of the industry. I was good at it. But somewhere along the way, the flowers lost their depth. Store-bought stems, perfectly uniform, stripped of personality. I found myself longing for something more honest.

I had always foraged. Always loved seeing things exactly as nature made them, each stem with its own character, its own story. So I followed that.

The work that changed everything.

The turning point came with loss. After the deaths of some of the most precious people in my life, I made their casket covers from the gardens they had loved and tended. I foraged reverently from the places that held their essence.

The response from families moved me deeply. The sentiment, the recognition, the feeling that this farewell was truly theirs. I knew then that this was the work I was meant to do — not just for the people I loved, but for anyone who wanted to honour a life this way.

This is about love. Honour. Care. Reverence. And the profound beauty of a garden that outlives the person who grew it.

The table is just as sacred.

This work extends to the table, too. For years, I would arrive at family gatherings with armfuls of flowers foraged straight from the garden — and watch people light up. Proud of what their own patch of earth had grown. Amazed that something so personal and alive could sit at the centre of their table.

Home.

I have been in the Southern Highlands since I was seven years old. It called me back every time I left, and now I am here for good — with my husband and two beautiful children, my dog, my cat, my chickens, and two very spoilt sheep.