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The seasons honor the passage of time… I like that.  As the days get shorter and temperatures lower, my love for the beauty of nature grows.  Each season has it’s own charm but the scarlet, saffron and gold hues of Fall are uniquely special.  The days wane and the nights arrive sooner as we turn back the clocks- but there is much warmth and comfort to be found in the hues, flavors and traditions of fall. Beautiful foliage hikes, apple picking, warm cider, cozy woolen sweaters, fireplaces and butternut squash just to name a few. And after all Thanksgiving is right around the corner!


In the wake of the post 2016 election era, embracing change has become an important theme. Regardless of our political positions, there is a new season to embrace. And although the road ahead is unclear, we must remain hopeful and optimistic. Change is hard. Change in inevitable. But change is good. Sometimes we must lose something, in order to gain something greater. Deepak Chopra says that “all great changes are preceded by chaos.” In nature, autumn is a perfect example. The changing color of leaves is due to cold weather and less light which affects the way plants create chlorophyll – the green pigment that captures light and powers photosynthesis and makes plants green. This disruption allows other tones to shine through giving leaves a more red or orange color. The loss and breakdown of one element, allows the splendor and growth of another through color and beauty.

In my garden, the Hydrangeas’ colors change as the acidity of the soil changes. Their slow and remarkable transition is filled with wonder. The white hydrangeas turn a mauvy pink, the blue turn green, the light purple turns a deep burgundy and the bright pink ones wear the cloak of deep magenta. Some growers intentionally force the color change by adjusting the PH and aluminium levels of the soil. I don’t do that and simply enjoy the organic change of the earth as time passes.

George Bernard Shaw tells us “Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” This is a time of year where many of us come together in the spirit of family and charity and focus on gratitude and self reflection. Change begins from within each of us. I hope America can find that spirit as we transition through our modern challenges and honor the passage of time with grace, understanding and respect for the nature of life and ultimately, for each other.





Hafiz of Shiraz:

“Leave the familiar for a while.

Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season

Onto the meadow and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.

Make a new watermark on your excitement

And love.

Like a blooming night flower,

Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness

And giving

Upon our intimate assembly.

And Change rooms in your mind for a day.”


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Musical Inspiration:

~Vivaldi Four Seasons violin concerti,  Autumn- 1725

Remembering Rosemary

Remembering Rosemary

Ahhh Rosemary… One of my favorite herbs. “Rosemary” is derived from Latin words “ros” and “marinus”, which mean “dew of the sea” or “mist of the sea”. It refers to the coastal region that is occupied by this plant in it’s wild form.  As the days get shorter and the warm temperatures dwindle in early fall, the Rosemary in the garden is still going strong and one of the last herbs to continue giving to my garden. My inner poet can’t help but consider it the most royal of the garden, growing and giving until the very end. Perhaps this is why Rosemary is a symbol of loyalty and love. In certain parts of the world, bride, groom and their guests wear branches of rosemary during wedding ceremonies. During the English Tudor era, Rosemary symbolized fidelity, and brides would give sprigs of Rosemary to bridegroom as a tradition.

The history of Rosemary is fascinating and for centuries it was used to enhance memory. Recent studies suggest rosemary may sharpen memory and brain function and suggest it’s use for Alzheimer’s patients. Shakespeare may have agreed. In “Hamlet,” Ophelia waxes poetic about rosemary as she descends into madness. There’s Rosemary, that’s for Remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.” It’s also believed ancient Greeks wore rosemary in their hair to fortify their memory. The association between rosemary and memory has persisted throughout history. Personally, I love the the poetic history of the mist of the sea.  Sir Thomas More wrote: “I lett it runne all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it, but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and therefore to friendship.”

For the last harvest of our historical herb, I wanted to celebrate this beautiful woodsy herb with the bittersweet nutty flavor and create a menu that highlights it’s fabulous fragrance!

Coming soon:

Rosemary skewered chicken

Green Garden Herb  basmati rice with mint, chive + Rosemary

Orange blossom Rosemary Gin Cocktail

Chopped kale salad with tomato, avocado, onion and lemon

Rosemary infused olive oil


The Life of Love- Khalil Gibran

The Life of Love- Khalil Gibran


  • Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
  • For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its
  • Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys.
  • Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the
  • Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw
  • Inspiration high above the cool green plains.
  • Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment
  • And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and
  • They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of
  • the Night of Kedre.
  • The sprigs of grapevine embrace each other like
  • Sweethearts, and the brooks burst out in dance
  • Between the rocks, repeating the song of joy;
  • And the flowers bud suddenly from the heart of
  • Nature, like foam from the rich heart of the sea.
  • Come, my beloved; let us drink the last of Winter’s
  • Tears from the cupped lilies, and soothe our spirits
  • With the shower of notes from the birds, and wander
  • In exhilaration through the intoxicating breeze.
  • Let us sit by that rock, where violets hide; let us
  • Pursue their exchange of the sweetness of kisses.


  • Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the
  • Time of harvest approaches, and the sun’s eyes
  • Are ripening the grain.
  • Let us tend the fruit of the earth, as the
  • Spirit nourishes the grains of Joy from the
  • Seeds of Love, sowed deep in our hearts.
  • Let us fill our bins with the products of
  • Nature, as life fills so abundantly the
  • Domain of our hearts with her endless bounty.
  • Let us make the flowers our bed, and the
  • Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together
  • Upon pillows of soft hay.
  • Let us relax after the day’s toil, and listen
  • To the provoking murmur of the brook.



  • Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard
  • For the winepress, and keep the wine in old
  • Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the
  • Ages in eternal vessels.
  • Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has
  • Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the
  • Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.
  • Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds
  • Have made pilgrimage to warmth and lest the chilled
  • Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine
  • And myrtle have no more tears.
  • Let us retreat, for the tired brook has
  • Ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs
  • Are drained of their copious weeping; and
  • Their cautious old hills have stored away
  • Their colorful garments.
  • Come, my beloved; Nature is justly weary
  • And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell
  • With quiet and contented melody.



  • Come close to me, oh companion of my full life;
  • Come close to me and let not Winter’s touch
  • Enter between us. Sit by me before the hearth,
  • For fire is the only fruit of Winter.
  • Speak to me of the glory of your heart, for
  • That is greater than the shrieking elements
  • Beyond our door.
  • Bind the door and seal the transoms, for the
  • Angry countenance of the heaven depresses my
  • Spirit, and the face of our snow-laden fields
  • Makes my soul cry.
  • Feed the lamp with oil and let it not dim, and
  • Place it by you, so I can read with tears what
  • Your life with me has written upon your face.
  • Bring Autumn’s wine. Let us drink and sing the
  • Song of remembrance to Spring’s carefree sowing,
  • And Summer’s watchful tending, and Autumn’s
  • Reward in harvest.
  • Come close to me, oh beloved of my soul; the
  • Fire is cooling and fleeing under the ashes.
  • Embrace me, for I fear loneliness; the lamp is
  • Dim, and the wine which we pressed is closing
  • Our eyes. Let us look upon each other before
  • They are shut.
  • Find me with your arms and embrace me; let
  • Slumber then embrace our souls as one.
  • Kiss me, my beloved, for Winter has stolen
  • All but our moving lips.
  • You are close by me, My Forever.
  • How deep and wide will be the ocean of Slumber,
  • And how recent was the dawn!