A million years ago, when I was fresh-faced, eighteen, and didn’t know what the words “Olay Regenerist” meant, I graduated from high school, gave my parents an extra large hug, and found myself sitting in San Francisco’s International Airport, waiting for a plane to take me to England. The world was my oyster. I had [...]
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Nearly ten years ago, my husband and I arrived on the shores of the Potomac having spent a good amount of time in England. We rented a house, started a garden, made some friends, and when those friends would come over for dinner or a glass of wine – the conversation would inevitably turn to [...] It doesn't look much better in the garden The older I get – the more creases that this earthly life irons into the linen around my eyes – I realize how precious a sense of humor is. This has never been truer than in the aftermath of this summer, this season of woe and willful [...] One of the many reasons that I keep so many books on gardening in my own personal library is to search for inspiration on those difficult days when I can’t seem to find the motivation to pick up a trowel. These moments happen more often than one would think – yet even the books pale [...] Listen to This Article My husband glanced up from his oatmeal this morning and gave me a penetrating look. “What did you say?” he queried in a puzzled voice. “I said,” patience filling my voice with self-righteous indignation, “I need you to configure the internet for my new netbook.” The merest glimmer of a smirk began to decorate [...] |
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