I grew up helping Dad garden. Not always willingly. He grew a lot on that corner lot. Not much room for volleyball or basketball, but he managed to put a little garden anywhere…around every tree or bush, around the house, between the concrete pad and the neighbor’s fence. Flowers, fruit and nut trees, vegetables, berries. So I guess gardening is in my blood. When we moved onto this property, I didn’t want to mow grass for hours. I wanted to steward this ground into something beautifully useful. So here I am…working to make this little piece of heaven a retreat for those who need a quiet place to just wander around the flower gardens and pick a fistful of flowers for their table, their wedding, their friend or loved one.