Granny's garden in Bramley Granny was always famous for her green fingers. Everything she did, she did almost to perfection. She did it with focus and understanding. She was driven. When she got to South Africa, after being a general administrator at a hospital and surviving the war with her daughter she was relegated to cooking for all the guests that came to their large house in Bramley and looking after the big garden. And the garden looked spectacular. All the plants so healthy. Blooming. When I was born she looked after me too and I am sure that I thrived, just as her plants thrived and my mother thrived. And when in the 60s and 70s they moved to small flats in Paris and Munich and Majorca and then Golfe Juan all her terraces were glorious with flowers and fruit. We remember her little lemon tree in a pot in Golfe Juan. Every year it would produce a big box full of lemons. Granny's and her lemon tree, in Golfe Juan In contrast my mother was sure that she did not hav
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