I've become a bit of a change addict this year. I've somehow begun to loosen a lot of previously held beliefs, thought processes and routines in exchange for a more open mind and perhaps a riskier risk taker mentality. From big things like exploring business opportunities far from home (more on that soon) to falling in deep love with a feline (always thought I was a dog person for life) to wanting to turn my dead thumb into a green thumb.
I'd never been good with plants. My Mom and Dad were amateur horticulturists but didn't pass down those traits to my brother and I. Also living in or near metropolitan areas for most of my adult life hasn't always lent itself to gracious gardening but being fortunate enough to acquire a Summer home near the New Jersey shore with gorgeous front and back yards that are in dire need of freshening has changed my outlook on all things floral and green. I've even done some landscaping with The Man (he's surprisingly gifted with weed whackers and shrubbery). My antique black pot herb garden (top left) is my prized accomplishment. In fact, our company's Administrative Director, an accomplished caterer and chef plucks aromatic basil, savory thyme and plump sage leaves weekly to include in our team lunches. I will need patience with my Roma tomatoes and jalapeño peppers. Their fruits take time to develop and as patience is never my virtue, I will call on my new guardian of the garden status to give me the tolerance I now must possess.
I'm enamored by the lovely hot pink knockout rose bush, purple and blush petunias and golden marigolds that pop with vibrant color against the lush green grass. There's something surprisingly serene and meditative about getting your hands dirty digging in rich soil, planting tiny seeds, nursing them and watching them morph into luscious plants. I'm looking forward to sharing my garden cornucopia with neighbors and friends. Here's hoping my greener ways result in long lasting beauty.