Erika, like most people, happened without a plan. The first 30 years, a struggling blur of becoming. A woman, a wife, a mother, a mentor? It does not matter now, those years came before, before there was PicoGro.

Now, around me, a spinning kaleidoscope of talented young people. Each weaving their exceptional flair, singular inspiration, intense ambition and precious time into the flowing fabric that is PicoGro. The great and colourful woven cloth of floral verdure that cover the hills, drip into the waterways and enrobe the road sides of our picturesque, PicoGro.

In 1995 the seed of my fledgeling business established its roots, my struggle for fulfilment and hunger for significance gained direction and momentum. It became a plan, a life purpose.

Suddenly it all made perfect sense. 30 years of studying, and moulding a skill set. A youth buried in books. The shapeless dreams of a great life adventure. The faintest outline of what was about to be, became visible along the fringes of my imagination.

So I became.

Mother and mentor, teacher and guide.

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At first there was me, now there is many. People came and people went. Some stayed for a season, others for a reason. Some to be forgotten and never thought of again. Some to be missed and remembered always.

Others stayed for ever.

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