In the midst of a sticky Manhattan summer in 2005, my search for a new home led me to an unexpected discovery – a small image of a tree trunk  …

Being an organic gardener, I steer clear of pesticides, much to the delight of the Japanese beetles who seem to have my garden programmed into the GPSes of their minuscule  …

The sun rises, the earth warms. I walk out into the clear air into a field of flowers. In the distance, a farmer sings a song of the land, of the seasons. He does not  …

There’s an old joke that goes: How do you know if someone is a gardener? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you. Gardeners are a proud bunch, always quick to remind you  …

“Before we spend the day helping me in the bonsai garden,” said Grandfather, “there are a few things you need to know." “You tell us the same thing every time,”  …

The old Catalpa tree was a haven for the birds each Spring. As its leaves grew, songbirds established their nests, hidden among the Catalpa's floppy green foliage. The nestlings, though  …

In the heart of deep Winter in northern California, I found myself signing away on the paperwork for my dream home—a quaint bungalow I had longed for.  …

If longer, warmer hours of Autumn are referred to as the "dog days of Summer," then I call these current shorter Winter days my "catnap days of Winter." I've found  …

"Hannah, you have four flowers in the garden of your heart," Sally replied after I mentioned she had everything I wished for on her charming Maine island, with glittering waves,  …

There's an ache that accompanies the days of late Summer. The perennials, having lived their brief moment of glory, lay spent and sheared to ankle height. The sugar maples and  …