In ratty flannel shirts and stained jeans, my mother would patrol the perimeter of her little garden, beaming with undivided pride and happiness. She would bend down, plucking weeds and  …

In the lush, green expanse of Mrs. Green's garden, rows of vegetables stood tall and proud. The tomatoes, with their vibrant red fruit, gleamed in the sunlight, while the onions,  …

One bright afternoon, my daughter Mia and I embarked on what we thought would be a straightforward mission: planting sunflowers. Armed with a packet of seeds, a couple of trowels,  …

If I close my eyes, I can see him clearly. He's wearing one of those Fruit of the Loom A-shirts with tiny holes, plaid shorts, dark socks, and a too-small  …

Vinyl garden hoses. I have three of them, and they’re transforming my backyard into Jurassic Park. These hoses are like gigantic snakes—innocently coiled until I try to unravel one for  …

“I’m just saying, I don’t believe in the almanac. You’re saying they plan the dates in the almanac based on the planets. The planets are in space; they're not down  …

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  …