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My Work / My Life
My early memories of family gatherings were of sitting around the kitchen table shelling peas, or being sent outside to shuck corn. Today these are processes in growing your own food; then, we just called it dinner. Growing up my family had three large gardens, giant blueberry bushes and several fruit trees that consumed most of our yard. It seemed to me to be a regular yard, but one that needed a lot of mowing and weeding!
My father, who grew up on a North Dakota dairy farm, became an artisan glass worker and built our greenhouse where he would start seedlings early to get a jump on spring planting. I gained my inspiration and foodscape intuitiveness from him, watching him over many decades without fail - planting in the spring, and harvesting in the fall. 
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