What would you grow if you had a garden?

I was shopping in Sears, looking for gardening gloves. My husband was looking at gardening tools because we wanted an easier way to remove weeds. As chief weed-puller I wanted pretty but functional gardening gloves. While I was admiring them I told him I thought I might try raising some herbs or vegetables. He looked at me and asked me what I would grow if I had a garden. I told him “maybe some lavendar, or rosemary, or peppermint – maybe tomatoes (I was hungry for a good old-fashioned tomatoe sandwich at the time.)” The next day when I came home from work he had purchased a truckload of lumber and built me a raised bed planter in the backyard. We went to Walmart looking for potting soil and such. While there he picked up a starter tomato plant. Continue reading “What would you grow if you had a garden?”

Going back to my roots

I don’t know why I gravitate to herbal medicine books and crafting spa products. Maybe it was when I had my very first spa experience. I was stationed in Puerto Rico in the late 90s. My friend was young and pretty and of Indian descent. Her name was Shiva. She invited me to go with her for a massage appointment at the resort down the street. The first stop was the registration desk. We were offered slippers and a very plush bathrobe and directed to the changing area. I didn’t know what to expect but I followed Shiva’s lead. I took a shower and used the shampoo and conditioner and liquid soap in the stall. They were all eucalyptus. I wore a bathing suit (at her recommendation) and took a dip in the hot tub. I sat there for at least 5 minutes, sweating and then relaxing. When I got out, I rinsed off with a cool spray and then followed Shiva to the sauna. I was oh so limp. After about 30 minutes we went back to the showers and changed out of our swimsuits into just underwear and the robe. When we finally got to the massage area there was a waiting room. There were lounge chairs and spa magazines and different teas. Shiva was called in first so I drank some tea and picked up a magazine Continue reading “Going back to my roots”