Yet, in the beginning Nadine listened to the early whisperings of her childhoodThere once was a girl with a wild look in her eye and a smile that reached to the tip of her cheek. She cleaned up nice, yet her dress was often a mess with pockets full of acorns and findings from the forest, and there was always a curl that longed to unfurl. One day she sat—hands in lap—at the dining room table tuning in and out of the murmuring grown-up din. The raspberries gathered earlier that day had stained the fingers of her imagination. With a rosy glow she gazed out the window and saw friends of branches and birds sway, beckoning her foray. So without a sound, she slipped off her shoes, and her little feet whisked her away to the woods to play. Entranced by the galaxy in a patch of grass, she started to daydream and wondered if every flower was a flask of fun? If petals were spoons for pouring forth perfume? If there is a great pantry filled with ladles of moonbeams and goblets of sun? If bark is the bottle of a tree that holds the secret sap for a scraped knee? And so she asked on into infinity.
She swished bottles and mixed brews, and wished to adorn everyone with garlands of nature. This is the story of how nature found her and why she considers plants as her true teachers.Then Nadine met Ron.