When I first began gardening at about age 19 I dove into homesteading through a whirlwind of books, trial and error, and hot summers. Home-grown squash, butterflies and hummingbirds got me through college. When I moved into my first ‘adult’ yet foggy bay area apartment I had to abandon my trowel and seed bed and learn to both cultivate and love things I could grow indoors in small spaces-I began to suspend orchids and other exotic epiphytes from every free window. It wasn’t until then that I really cultivated my taste for odd and obscure plant choices. I’ve since evolved again with an active lifestyle of seeking rock-climbing destinations in high desserts. I’ve no time (and not much water!) to water these days so my exotic tropicals have given up virtually all of their real estate over the last few years to an army of sharp and menacing cacti mostly grown and propagated by the nursery I work for. With my very own desert indoors I’ve layed out a live/work studio I’m both relaxed within and enchanted by..