Letter from Julia
Dear garden friend,
Unearthed. was launched as a subscription-based online magazine in 2023, about 4 months before my husband and I drastically decided to upend our lives, buy a little butchery (with no previous experience) in a gorgeous village on Banks Peninsula- our favourite place in the world.
This new adventure required my full input and involvement so I made the difficult decision to refund subs and open up Unearthed. where it could remain as a sporadically updated garden-based blog and archive for all interested gardeners until I once again return to my passion!
Telling the stories of others is ingrained in me as a blogger of 16 years, columnist and author of 3.5 gardening books! So I WILL be back, and with the purchase of a lovely little valley home and a new garden to inch toward my new vision, there will updates here again soon.
In the meantime, please explore and enjoy the shared knowledge here, roaming gardens from both down under and the northern lands!
Nothing changes if nothing changes.
Julia xoxoxoxoxo
Latest Features
ONE BEAUTIFUL TREE
Jenny Cooper celebrates the welcome wonders of spring in her North Canterbury garden before pulling us into a design masterclass of how to be brave and pull trees away from the fences and into focus!
DON’T MENTION THE WORD BRUNCH
Jenny Cooper delights in the first signs of spring in her North Canterbury garden and once again shares her contemplative process in editing and tweaking her planting for best effect. Discover a wise insight into the use of grasses in the garden! NZ native use and the value of exotic varieties.
LEANING ON A SPADE IS GARDENING TOO
Jenny Cooper’s July column is a delightful account of her approach to the winter cutback. Join her as she reveals the bones of her garden and reviews the problem plants, unsatisfying beds and precious specimens she is getting tough to save.
FUN BUT STICKY
JUNE 2023 - Jenny Cooper’s Column
The flamboyance, generosity and subtlety of autumn colour almost calls for reverence. Every day the viburnum leaves stop me in my tracks, with their smokey purple tones. The ornamental grapes are a riot of colour.
It seems rude to interrupt it all with my spade and secateurs.
