You sense that familiar chill in the air, a gentle reminder that the seasons are shifting. Leaves cascade down in a vibrant display, painting the ground with hues of gold  …

“How?” I exclaimed, surveying the aftermath as I opened my garden gate. Tomatillos split in half, flowers broken, and the notorious dog of destruction was mysteriously absent.  …

Darkness had draped its cloak over the land as my friend Russell ventured across the dry October grass in his backyard. With a pan of hamburger grease in hand, destined  …

In the heart of a tranquil graveyard, Ivy, the dedicated gardener, tended to her beloved roses, adorning the resting place of the departed with bursts of vibrant colors.  …

Burt Freeman was positively potty about plants. He'd been a plantsman all his life, and now retired, he could spend his time following his favorite horticultural pursuits. Burt liked to  …