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.
	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.
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.
	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.
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.