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It wasn't always like this. That Nanking cherry bowl has been empty, until this midsummer. Because I couldn't find them. Until last ...

For me, much of the appeal of traveling - even a small distance - is to meet the plants that grow in the other place. (I can't imagine w...

Within a week of leaving this cottage in Maine last September I had booked another week, for this spring. We had no idea what the travel sit...

The middle of May and the evenings stay lighter and lighter.  This is 7.38pm. The chicken on the grill has been seasoned with berbere, an Ea...

On Saturday we walked in the Manhattan woods. It was May Day. A lovely group of people. A picnic in my backpack. Joan is a founding member o...

  Spring. It's all happening so fast. Very soon, these Virginia bluebells will vanish from the late April woodlands and shady gardens (p...

In the cold mountains north of us I picked some bare forsythia branches from a scrambled, tumbling hedge on the edge of the woods. The shrub...