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,  …

“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  …