I still remember the first time I saw Monet’s water lily paintings in Paris. Standing in the middle of the circular room at the Musee de l’Orangerie, the walls awash in color, I felt transported to the gardens of …
“One tablespoon, taken at bedtime,” said Mrs. Rabbit pouring a Peter a bit of chamomile tea. Peter rabbit was feeling rather poorly after dining on too much lettuce, French beans and radishes in Mr. McGregor’s garden.
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Big Papa and I are an online dating success story. In his profile he wrote, “Frankly, there’s something really therapeutic about pulling weeds after a long week at work.” When I read that, I thought, “This guy is for me!” I love to garden. Feeling the earth between my fingers …
