I watched my mother in her jewel toned flower gardens and saw the peace and tranquility she entered. On her face and languid body movements amongst the Snap Dragons { with wee mouths that really snapped when you pressed their petals!}, and brilliant Zinnias, Petunias and Sunflowers, she became Mother Nature. Annuals were the first seeds she planted with me as a small girl. Later my mother created mountain paths of perennials where her grand children's pictures were taken amongst the flowers. Each of my three sisters began to follow Mom’s silent gardening heed with their own flower gardens and sun lit windows of lush house plants. Gardening to the next level I combined Feng Shui, artistic sculptures and intuitive land channeling. I have met Sisters with amazing garden sanctuaries along the way.

Annie's Metaphysical Tea House is on a tree canopied lane resonating with deep toned Zen chimes and the essence of a Midsummer Nights Dream.