The Global Gardener

'I blame it on the pro-nuncio,' says the author of his decision to leave New Zealand and embark on a horticultural and botanical journey around the world. Taking gardening jobs as he goes, Michael Scott seeks out the plants and gardens he knew perviously only from textbooks and observes the flora and people he encounters with a keen, incisive and often caustic wit.
From Chapter 22 'The Rugrat'(Gardening in Los Angeles): 'His hairpiece was hopeless. If he'd picked up a squashed rodent from the road and plonked it on his head, it would've looked more authentic.'