Yesterday I got a surprise here on substack. A new follow, and a comment. I recognised the name and immediately sent a screenshot to my 15 year old son. He plays the drums in a band and might be the only person I know that would understand.
The account was named Yungblud, which, for anyone who doesn’t know, is the English rock star Ozzy Osbourne announced will carry his mantle on. I like him. His attitude to gigs and pricing, and from what I can see, he’s unassumingly himself.
I have no idea whether it’s really him, and assume, as the beloved first born replied instantly: no, surely not.1
But it got me thinking about how unexpected this subscriber felt, and why wouldn’t a 28 year old touring never-see-daylight rockstar not be interested in Floral Notes!
My imagination has run wild. Yungblud has bought a romantic country pile with a tired old garden, maybe loads of hedges riddled with box caterpillar, a walled garden, acres of lawn, hydrangeas and camellias and soil worn thin from decades of the same treatment. He wants to revive it but has also knows that even with rockstar bank account, you can’t will a traditional garden through climate changing unpredictable weathers.
As our seasons shift, I think more and more young people, at any age, really, are craving a real connection to their outdoor space. So here’s what I’d tell them all.
Below: the gardens that shaped my own eye, the structural call I make before anything else goes in the ground, and the one piece of advice I give every single new client before we plant a thing.
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