Every Spring, Lydia eagerly anticipated her favorite gardening ritual: starting her marigold seeds. In late March, she would gather 10 small pots and fill them with a fragrant mix of  …

One year, I am sorry to report, the females in my family backed into the sides of our garage on three separate occasions, causing damage not only to car doors  …

In the world of Ardagh Eco-Gardens, 2019 will forever be remembered as the Summer of the pond. My gardening-obsessed husband, Brendan, decided it was high time to fulfill his long-desired  …

Growing up in a 100 percent first-generation Irish household, my mother's idea of spaghetti sauce was simple: three cans of Contadina paste mixed with water and a packet of "Spatini"  …

In ratty flannel shirts and stained jeans, my mother would patrol the perimeter of her little garden, beaming with undivided pride and happiness. She would bend down, plucking weeds and  …

In the lush, green expanse of Mrs. Green's garden, rows of vegetables stood tall and proud. The tomatoes, with their vibrant red fruit, gleamed in the sunlight, while the onions,  …

One bright afternoon, my daughter Mia and I embarked on what we thought would be a straightforward mission: planting sunflowers. Armed with a packet of seeds, a couple of trowels,  …

If I close my eyes, I can see him clearly. He's wearing one of those Fruit of the Loom A-shirts with tiny holes, plaid shorts, dark socks, and a too-small  …

Vinyl garden hoses. I have three of them, and they’re transforming my backyard into Jurassic Park. These hoses are like gigantic snakes—innocently coiled until I try to unravel one for  …

“I’m just saying, I don’t believe in the almanac. You’re saying they plan the dates in the almanac based on the planets. The planets are in space; they're not down  …