“The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.” – Rabindranath Tagore  …

The chipped enamel mug bumped funky music against my ear as I crouched by the dusty earth. Sunlight sliced through the mango tree like a laser beam, spotlighting the scene—me  …

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  …