One of my first memories…
I was born in 1966, in a time and place where life moved with the rhythm of nature. My earliest memories bloom from a farm in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), where tall grass stood as high as my five-year-old self. Food came straight from the land, untouched by chemicals, closer to what we now call “organic living.” This was backyard healthy nature at its finest.
I remember the earthy scent of sun-baked soil and dew-covered mornings. Our skin thrived under the soft African sun, nourished by simple, natural living. This was long before anyone knew about what “clean beauty” meant.
Childhood natural freedom…
The freedom as a small child walking to my father’s workshop was a daily adventure. As a five-year-old, I would walk really fast under the towering pine tree that stood boarding the driveway. Nestled in its branches was a tree house, home to Jack, the orphaned baboon my father had rescued and raised. He enjoyed the wonders of backyard healthy nature.
Jack was enormous and notoriously mischievous, enjoying the backyard healthy nature around him. He’d swing down in wild delight, snatching shoes, bags, hats, or anything we carried. For me, it was always my shoes.
Yet Jack adored my father. Each evening, they sat together on our veranda, sharing peanuts and watching the sun melt down behind the mountains. I still see their silhouettes, framed by the golden light. As I stood on my tiptoes by the window, etched in memory, like a painting.
Nature verse suburbia…
Back then, the earth wasn’t just beneath our feet, it shaped our thinking. Backyard healthy nature ruled our minds the way skyscrapers and device screens do today. Each day was mapped by the sun’s position and the rustle of the wind through dry grass, not by deadlines scheduled on our devices. The dangers that surrounded us, like venomous snakes hiding beneath sun-warmed stones, or a spider’s web spun across our path, kept us alert. It made us aware and grounded in the real world. We feared nature, respected it, and lived beside it like a neighbour who never spoke but always watched.
We walked barefoot feeling rooted to the earth. Our skin knew the touch of soil, and our thoughts bloomed alongside wild flora inspired by backyard healthy nature. Now, many live in a material jungle, walls built not with leaves but with glass and steel. Our minds tangled not in vines but in noise, ads, and distraction. The true essence of life felt in knowing which insects were harmless and which meant trouble, has faded under the weight of modernity.
The cycle of nature shaped in goodness…
The awareness of the land shaped me, much like the ingredients that now shape the products we offer. They are raw, honest, born of soil and sunlight. And so, this leaf falls, as this blog closes, but like nature, the cycle continues. I’ll write again, turning over the next leaf, sharing how that upbringing shaped not just my mind, but my values. Values that are rooted in my memories of a healthier natural way of life, which has become the heart behind our natural skincare products.
