Hokianga Heirloom Tomatoes
Tomato Love Began as a Whisper
It didn't really start with a plan.
It started with one seedling tray, one breath of fresh air, and one woman listening to the whenua.
What began as a garden became a way of remembering — of restoring — of rooting myself deeper.
Let's get luminous, ladies.
The Garden Teaches Presence
During lockdown I discovered something unexpected: gardening manipulates time.
Hours disappear into the soil. Then one bloom appears — and time slows to a breath.
This is the rhythm I return to and it is what Tomato Love still flows from.
A Garden Rooted in Memory
My grandparents, William and Betty Hauraki, taught me what love looked like.
My Aunty Carol unravelled mysteries and experiences like no other, in her huge, beautiful gardens.
Their teachings live on in every seedling I send, every flower I plant, every story I keep alive.
At the heart of this kaupapa is the belief that every seed carries memory.
I te kākano ahau i ruia mai i Rangiātea — I am a seed sown from Rangiātea.
Our tūpuna pass this knowledge down.
More Than Tomatoes
Tomato Love isn't just about tomatoes. It's about truth, biodiversity, and sacred responsibility.
I grow with care — for the land, for pollinators, and for the people who come after us. This is slow, intentional, living work. And as my grandfather always said to me:
"Kotiro always leave things better than how you found them."
Tomato Love is my way of teaching, remembering, and offering back the wisdom that was handed to me — through soil, seed, and story.
So get in here!
Don't forget to close the gate behind you.
And never forget:
"Whaia te tika, te pono me te aroha" — Pursue what is right, just, and compassionate.
