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I have to admit that I did not inherit my mother’s green thumb; Thankfully Rob did inherit that gene from his family. But I’m hoping with enough practice, patience, and pleading; my plants will grow.
Now I don’t want to give you the wrong impression that I’m great at growing weeds; they love me, and dandelions easy-peasy! But I don’t think you would enjoy dandelion or crabgrass infused vodka… so I’m going to do my best in the coming months to learn how to germinate seeds, plant seedlings early in the greenhouse (I still need to build one of these) that eventfully bear the fruit, leaves, petals, and roots to create pleasing infusions for your future cocktails.
So any green thumbs out there if you have advice for a novice like myself I would love to hear from you.
I have been dehydrated for years metaphorically speaking; I have worked in the technology sector for 8 years. I have flown and driven all over North America several times over, which is pretty standard for most of us in these B2B roles, we fly to client meetings, or conferences, drive endless hours chasing potential leads. In that time, we don’t eat, sleep, or drink properly; our fight and flight mode is maxed out … it’s a truly glamourous lifestyle because not only the physical exhaustion and exposure to who’s knows what and whom when we are sharing common space with everyone; we also miss out on time with our families, with our friends and down time with ourselves.
This was glaringly obvious on a recent trip to Denver. After a 4-day conference I was in the airport going from lunch to my gate when a young attractive girl stopped me in the concourse and asked me if I wanted to try this miracle eye cream … I declined…. she persisted … she won. Once it was applied to one eye she showed me the difference … it was truly amazing! I had one 35-year-old eye and one 21-year-old eye (in hindsight I should’ve insisted on both eyes). After some haggling, I purchased the overpriced cream and caught my flight home.
But on the way home I had to appreciate the genius marketing of that opportunity. Of course that cream was a miracle worker to the dehydrated masses of business travelers headed home, Dehydrated from life on the road… I don’t need a new cream to look 21 again, I need to drink in the good life and stop flying all over hells half acre and enjoy my 30+ acres of heaven.
After 8 years with a great company; I’m ready to start writing a new chapter. This one will be of waking up every morning beside the man I love, breathing the fresh air deep into my lungs, and enjoying a leisurely morning coffee before I begin creating, growing, and nurturing our distillery into a life hydrating venture that I can share with world.
If you have ever lived on a farm you know there is no such thing as idle hands and even less so when you are running multiple businesses off of the farm. What I would give for 6 straight hours of idle hands. I would use them to turn the pages on a good book or have a spa manicure. But in truth living on a farm is so deeply engraved into the way of the life I love I would find meaningful work around any corner I turn.
Rob my dear sweet pseudo-husband loves this about me and when I say loves I mean love-hate because its’ such a fine line between the two. As inevitably he becomes part and parcel of my plans to create, build, clean, organize, expand, and grow.
I don’t believe the two of us will experience idle hands for years to come between the farm, the business ventures and the two boys… but one day if I do find the time you will find me at the spa.