When I was twelve,
I planted my first garden:
a small vegetable patch
in my backyard in the Berkshires.
I grew the world's tiniest watermelon,
the most delicious sweet corn that
I've ever tasted, and this cuke,
offered up for the camera.
My mother was very proud,
and so was I. My love affair
with gardening was born.
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Inspired by my success,
I'd create new gardens
everywhere that I lived
(I moved around a lot!)
experimenting with many
brightly-colored annuals,
from ageratums to zinnias,
anything and everything
that struck my fancy
at any given time.
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After college, I moved to Albany;
as I matured, so did my taste.
Disillusioned by garish colors,
I began to favor subtle shades
and cool textural combinations.
Inspired by a mature dogwood,
my moon garden, a symphony of
bright green and silver leaves
and clear white blossoms would
glow evenings entertaining friends.
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Tours of the Japanese garden
at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden
drew me to the Asian aesthetic.
This thoughtful placement of plant
and stone and water and path
to emulate natural vistas
led me to study Feng Shui
and has guided my hand and eye
while designing outdoor spaces.
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Today, in addition to
my own perennial beds
(the pride of the neighborhood)
my work with the community garden
and my mother's rockeries
high in the Berkshire Hills,
I create, rejuvenate and inspire
charming gardens throughout
the capital district.
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