Something that started as a hobby, then became an obsession. That obsession grew into a passion, and that passion into a drive. That drive opened the next chapter in my book of life. Having grown up on a farm, surrounded by growth of many varieties from livestock, to hay to sweet pods of peas you would think I’d be a master of the earth. You would think that I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Not quite, and full disclosure, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but honestly, I don’t want to grow up. If only I had known when I was young how much peace and solace, how much energy and motivation having your hands in the dirt could give to ones soul, I would have done differently in some areas of my life. It wasn’t until late into my forties, that I rediscovered those varieties of growth and one took hold. Plants. I. Love. Plants. Small, large, wild, tame, soft, prickly, indoor, outdoor, just give me all the plants. It began with one and has literally grown to some days, more than I can count. That one plant opened doors for me both figuratively and literally. First I had to learn how to care for it. To learn how to care for it, I had to find out what it was and to find out what it was and how to care for it, I had to teach myself. So came the books, the how-to videos, every home and garden show I could watch on television. I was hooked. I wanted to know everything I could know about plants from A-Z. Then I discovered that you could grow your own plants, from seed! Bring on the grow lights, the heating pads, the taking up of every inch of sunny window space I could find in the house. It was obvious, I had to have a greenhouse now. This was not a fleeting feeling, I was completely, entirely and unforgivably in love with everything having to do with these amazing little green pieces of existence. So came the clearing of the land, the hunt and collection of old vintage windows, and my 10x10 Happy Place was born. Once the neighbors realized that it was indeed NOT a Tiki Bar they would be looking at from now on, one asked why I didn’t sell my plants. Sell my plants? First of all, they are not for sale and secondly who would buy MY plants. You. You did. From the day I took my little plant adorned vessels to shop, you have bought my plants. Rather, adopted my plants as I like to say. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart for loving what I love and deciding to become a part of my green world. It’s so wonderful in here and now, its time to share the lessons I have learned. Keep your fork, the best is yet to come!