Mrs Noah touched the earth. It was warm on her fingertips. She looked all round the Ark. On the south side the slope was less steep. A few shrubs and bushes had clung on, despite the flood. Two yew trees stood, ancient and tall. Yes, thought Mrs Noah. Here. And so begins the first garden after the great flood – a story of renewal, of working with Nature, of hope, humour and a touch of the mysterious magic that underlies life.
