As a child, I would visit my grandparents in the city and be greeted along their front walk by a cheerful gnome with blue cap and rosy cheeks, nestled in the yew shrubs. It is the memory of this friendly welcome that initiated my fondness for gnomes. Visiting my grandparents also meant a stop in Grandpa’s beloved rose garden, and picking a delicate, mauve ‘pipe bloom’ from their sprawling dutchman’s pipe vine. Memories like these often form cravings for your own ‘grown up’ garden – adding roses and a dutchman’s pipe vine will always remind me of my grandparents peaceful yard, and lazy visits on their back patio. Incorporating plants from warm memories into the garden makes it richer, more personal and sentimental. On another gnome note – if you are a fan of gnomes, check out the book ‘Gnomes’ by Rien Poortvliet and Wil Huygen, which in my youth I delightedly read and re-read with imagination swirling. I recently purchased the 30th anniversary edition of this book and it is still magical.