My first recollection of interest in flowers was when my mother gave me some four o’clock seeds when I was about 7 or 8 years old and a patch beside the garage and let me have at it. In the fall of that year, I collected the seeds from those flowers and it became a ritual until we moved from that house some five years later.
My next major experience came when my daughter became very ill and was in a coma for several months, living at home with us. I used a bay window in my living room as a mini-greenhouse and dove in with both feet. I found that plants – both the growing and propagation – were very therapeutic. That love has stayed with me for the last 40 years, for both inside and outside plants, even a vegetable garden.
When my husband died 5 1/2 years ago, a dear friend invited me to join her Rolling Hills Garden Club in Chillicothe, Ohio. I met some very dear friends there, one of which was Steve Speakman. When Steve became too ill to carry on as District Director, he asked me to take over for him and that brings us up to date.