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“I'm a person who can see a picture … Everywhere you look, a plant is planted for it to be showcased.
For Betty McKee, gardening was just what you did. In the 1900s, her grandfather had a vegie garden and orchard, from which he'd sell produce, her mother was a “fanatical” gardener and florist, and all of Betty's aunties had lovely, large gardens of their own. So when Betty and husband John acquired the corner block on her parent's farm in South Australia's Mt Gambier, naturally, they set to work establishing the garden.
Dubbed Sheriffmuir, after a