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,  …

“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  …