Sally’s party was the stuff of Summer dreams. Her Maine island cottage was alive with oldies blaring from a stereo perched on the deck, the tantalizing scent of barbecue mingling  …

Verne, a retired timber faller and stalwart of the church, had started the garden on church-owned land with a noble mission: to donate fresh veggies to the local food bank.  …

It was shaping up to be the Summer I always dreamed of—my garden was bursting with tomatoes in every shade of red, yellow, and even a suspicious shade of purple.  …

As I load the dishwasher, prepping for my morning battle with wiregrass, I glance out the kitchen window. The eternal struggle between that sneaky green invader and me never ends.  …

I live in a mountain hideaway, a cozy home nestled in the heart of an apple orchard that feels like it was dreamed up by someone who took a few  …

In mid-March 2020, as the world changed and fear of the coronavirus spread, I found myself separated from my mother, who was recovering from a stroke in a rehabilitation center.  …

"Is it real? Can I touch it?" my kindergarten students eagerly asked, their eyes wide with curiosity. I had just returned from Maui, clutching a fragrant lei that I had  …

Gardening is about patience. You learn to live by the seasons, marking time by sunrises and sunsets until the next hard rain. But sometimes, you strike gold. You find that  …

You might not think of garden-tending as one of the first waking thoughts for a prisoner. But Adam isn't your average prisoner. From 6:30 a.m., when the doors crack open  …

I heard them before I saw her—my mother’s determined size-five footsteps slapping across the kitchen linoleum. I already knew she’d be wearing her red-and-white kerchief, tied with military precision. She  …