Gardening was never a factor in my youth other than watching my Grandmother bent over (Mooning half the neighborhood) weeding. I do remember asking her about the “Lilly of the Valley” and Tulips (Tulips are by far my all time favorite flower). I wanted to know if we could grow them all year around. My Grandmother laughed and explained to me how flowers and vegetation work and how each season produced different flowers. I never had a chance to thank her so I’ll take this moment to say Thank you Babciu (Grandmother in Polish)!
The list goes on. It turns out cannabis was the first plant seed I’d ever sown. It was in my grandmother’s garden to the point of flowering. I was 16 and the Police knocked on our estate in Poland and asked my mother if she knew she had a cannabis plant growing in her front garden. My mother still talks about it to this day.
Cannabis has always been a part of my life. A while before I started using it for Medical and CBD Oil purposes. Marijuana help with my Parkinson’s Disease symptoms immensely. It subsides my tremors, dyskinesia, bradykinesia, dystonia…etc.
In 2009 I moved to the Rolling hills of Wales to be with my husband, we were literally starting our life together. I agreed and that I would work with him in his profession which was garden design and gardening. As many times as I moaned and complained about my back, I would actually come home with the feeling of satisfaction for fulfillment. We had accomplished something. We made someone's garden shine (even though it was in the U.K. and it’s always raining) after a few days work, sometimes after days work. The appreciation would receive after a hard days work would make it worth the while.
So my surroundings changed completely from “Concrete Jungle” (Philadelphia) to the rural rolling hills of Wales. I mean, fall asleep to complete utter quiet with the occasional sheep in the background. That took a while to get used to, I must admit. I look back at that time in my life a think to myself, there was no place I’d rather be at that time.
My husband Stephen spoiled me for the first two weeks there meeting everyone in the family, the village and my head was spinning. Two weeks of heaven had past and it was time to slowly introduce me to my new career as a gardening “apprentice”. Of course, I had to fly back and forth to the UK and Poland up to three times a year due to my Parkinson’s Disease. It was easier for me to fly back and forth then to wait for months for an appointment to see a Neurologist in the United Kingdom.