In May 2022, my three brothers, sister, and I were summoned from London to our father’s bedside in Dominica, where he had retired 20 years earlier. Diagnosed with gastric cancer,  …

Organic gardening may not earn me any medals or book me a talk-show appearance, but it sure has its perks. For one, I know exactly where my fruits and vegetables  …

“In the year 2000, do you think we’ll still be alive?” Fourteen-year-old me was chatting with my girlfriends in 1972 about a date so far in the future it seemed  …

Living in Northern California means embracing the fluidity of seasons, where both people and plants learn to go with the flow. Growing up gardening in Massachusetts, I had no idea  …

I never considered myself a plant person. Those #plantmamas on social media seemed a bit off, trading their marbles for expensive dirt, or so I thought. But life has a  …

We moved north where the colder climate must have been jarring to the constitution of my young parents who grew up in the sunny climate of the sweltering South where  …

Oh, the agony. To be so close to the object of your desire and, yet, so far away. Feathery toes almost touching, but never able to mingle in the same  …

The youngest of my two sons was born in early Autumn. We named him William. The name was a family heirloom, ancient and strong, but also sweet.  …

Each Spring, I watched as my grandmother's flower garden erupted into a living rainbow of colors. For me, each blooming season represented the magic that emanated from my Nana's hands.  …

My grandmother Darlene’s garden was wild. She was not one for a prim garden with sharp edges and straight lines. Her garden was a kaleidoscope of brilliant blues, deep purples,  …