Liz has always loved gardening ever since she was a child, and is frequently in her slippers first thing in the morning, 'like so many of us who love their gardens.' Nothing misses Liz's warm and wicked wit - snails and slugs, triumphs and disasters, favourite flowers and infuriating weeds, nosy neighbours and expensive tree surgeons, the frustration of overcrowded flower shows - here is everything from the joy of seeing the first crocus to the irritation of losing a much-loved trowel. Laugh through the four seasons as you read over 100 gems, in many different styles from classic to modern, and always written straight from the heart.
Liz Cowley is probably Britain's only garden poet and lives in South London. She worked as an advertising copy-writer and always wrote humorous poetry for her own enjoyment. She was only recently discovered and published.