Here in the Northeast, January arrives with a sense of spacious calm, as if the garden itself is taking a slow, steady breath before beginning again. Snow softens the edges  …

  I am not a gardening guru. My thumb is beige and pink. Definitely not green. I do not come from a family of farmers and gardeners. My parents were born and  …

Here in the Northeast, December transforms the garden into something magical. Frost-kissed kale sparkles like it's been dusted with powdered sugar, evergreen branches frame the sleeping beds, and the whole  …

When I was a child, one story in an elementary school reader forever changed the way I thought about maple syrup. The tale began with four small children trudging through  …

The empty lot on the corner of Maple Avenue had long been an eyesore. A sagging chain-link fence, tangled with vines, encircled the cracked asphalt, radiating heat on Summer afternoons.  …

When I was a child, parsley was nothing more than dried shards in a glass jar with a green lid—a hint of green, leaning toward grey, that only came to  …

December has a way of arriving in a soft and unassuming way, as if carried in on the hush of snow-filled clouds. One morning you wake to see your breath  …

Pears are temperate-climate fruit trees that thrive in USDA Zones 4 through 8, depending on the variety. European pears (like Bartlett, Bosc, and Anjou) prefer Zones 5–7. Asian pears (the  …

  As a little girl, my heart danced with the anticipation of Spring's arrival, heralded by the sweet scent of blooming flowers. While others longed for the warmth of Summer, my  …

Here in the Northeast, November is a month of letting go–and holding on. The outdoor garden is winding down, frost has settled in for the season, and I’m tucking my  …