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“My mother died when I was two years old but before she left she planted a garden. This is my story.”

My life started with a tragic loss, when my mother Barbara was diagnosed with cervical cancer at the young age of thirty one and died when I was only two years old. Cancer took her life, and rocked my family's to the core.   But before she died she planned accordingly—-she planted a garden.  Collectively with several neighbors, she tilled up a half acre of land and started a garden. That neighborhood garden silently spoke to me throughout my childhood, and into my adult years. My mother was the type of person who made food for her own wake. My brother remembers making pigs-in-the-blanket with her and she told him when he ate them she’d be in heaven. I was too young to remember any goodbyes she had with me, but I have a feeling she would have told me she’d be with me in the garden.

Her garden, and many others in my life, have called to me throughout the seasons. They have taught me valuable lessons about life, death, and everything in between.  They called to me as a child, they call to me in my sleep, when I'm driving down the road, or when I'm building a compost pile on a really rainy day.   They force me to contemplate my own individuality--my beauty, my strengths, as well as my own mortality.  

Now as an adult, my love for gardening has called me to explore the world of farming. Please join me as I take this leap of faith. May my trials be shared with courage and my successes with humility, helping you cultivate the garden, and life, of your dreams. 

Walking in the World,