What a show! Our peas have outdone themselves this year. The 4-foot trellis I bought for them proved to be too short, but the peas didn’t...

A syncopated beat pipes through tiled walls. The city is still asleep. Only a few souls have made it to the coffeehouse. Seated across...

Knees are not my strong suit. I had an accident in my twenties that resulted in partial meniscus removal and, while I’m still able to use...

Can you taste the South? A burst of citrus wrapped in sugary sweetness with just a hint of honey-salt to finish; her Lemon Sunshine...

There are bad mulch jobs and then there are bad mulch jobs. Just because I’m not a fan of red mulch (a N.Y. favorite) or big pine bark...

They say a ‘watched’ pot takes longer to boil and I guess the same could be said of a watched seedling. Many a May I have found myself...

Walking the arc of the water’s edge, beneath the boughs of glorious soft pink blossoms - mirrored in the water and framed in the clear...

I grew up Catholic – the American suburban variety where we went to church on Sundays – sometimes - said grace before dinner and loved to...

The ‘Flower Children’ are all grown up and running the show. It was fun to walk around the Philadelphia Flower Show on Tuesday and see...

Sweet, gooey, golden maple syrup ran down our chins and onto our ski jackets, but we didn’t care. It was a cold, snowy afternoon when we...