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Do you remember me mentioning that I'm taking horticulture classes?!  Well, about two months ago I wrote an essay  and applied for a scholarship through the  Old Dominion Golf Course Superintendents Association,  and  I won.  It's been nearly a decade since I wrote something of this nature,  I am certainly (very  very ) out of practice,  and to be chosen for a piece that  feels close to my heart was incredibly gratifying.   I want to share it with you now. Disclaimer: includes the most cliche closing line of all time. crocosmia blooming last summer March 10 th , 2012 was the  first day I ever  really   worked outside .  I'm not talking about mowing the lawn, or weeding the backyard  garden . I'm talking about  really  working. The type of work that leaves your  muscles feeling like   jello . The type of work that challenges  your  mind and your sanity.  The  type of work that  makes you want to scream, and  cry, but when you finally make it throu

new beginnings 2016 - The Year of Chaos and Turmoil 2017 - The Year of Healing and Progress I cannot think of a better way to sum up this transition. The new year brought in a new era. In January I moved back into the farmhouse and began building an official relationship with Scott (which includes getting to know his three children, plot twist for those of you who don't know me in real life!) Our friendship had been built on honesty and self reflection, which created a perfect foundation for a relationship. I'm struggling with how much and in what ways to share information about this subject, not wanting to give away every personal detail of my life, yet also longing to express the realness, the deepness, the honesty that exists between us. "Little white lies" and frankly, big fat lies as well, are a natural and accepted part of our society, and we don't want that. But more about that later. official photo February brought an intense new fri

What a trip these past two years have been.  Somehow I have ended up in an entirely new life;  happy, abundant, confident. This space has always been, above all else, a scrapbook for myself, and in that spirit it seems fitting that I give some sort of account of the time that's passed. Looking back just a few posts is a time warp to 2015, when I was living in a tiny apartment and getting married to my long time boyfriend. While I certainly don't wish to recount every detail of the transition, there are moments worth remembering.  my haven I will remember 2016 as the year I broke all the rules, consequences be damned. It wasn't easy. I made a lot of mistakes. Shed a lot of tears. But I learned about myself; who I really am, who I want to be, who I'm not, and who I don't want to be. That's a lot to learn. I walked away from my marriage, we had a lot of love for each other, but in our decade together we had grown into different people and had some i