If you had told me I'd ever trade my California haven, complete with fragrant roses and free fruit, for a New York City apartment, I'd have laughed you out of …
Have you ever felt that serene calmness while listening to the sound of a fountain? I had always dreamed of having one, but convincing my husband, Don, that it would …
I have a confession to make: I'm a compulsive gardener. People often praise my green thumb, insisting that I can coax life from even the most stubborn of seeds. "Valerie …
Every year, I attend a big plant swap in a neighboring town hosted by a group of gardeners I affectionately call "The Ladies." This dedicated group is known for their …
In a local community designed for the over-55 crowd, a hidden gem exists—a community garden where residents can continue to nurture their green thumbs even after downsizing. Within this vibrant …
I am a bean gardener. Not just any bean gardener, mind you—I am one because I love to eat beans. There's something deeply satisfying about seeing big glass jars full …
When my son Dan started kindergarten 23 years ago, parents decided to replace the old, lethal metal playground with modern wooden structures. The school, built in the 1960s on a …
The yard was a wild expanse, an untamed canvas of green, encircled by thorny brambles that whispered secrets on the wind. It was October, and the rains had come, cloaking …
The minister gazed thoughtfully over his congregation and asked, “What will be your legacy?” Naturally, we all mumbled, scratched our heads, and avoided eye contact like we’d just been asked …