Back in the spring of 2009, I had the pleasure of meeting Beverly McConnell, a formidable Antipodean plantswoman, internationally known for her garden Ayrlies in New Zealand. While showing her around the garden where I work, she remarked on the bountiful May display: “I hope you don't mind me saying, but this garden feels very feminine.”
I smiled and replied that I didn't mind, but I was slightly taken aback. As we carried on the