August 2020, in which the lady ventures back out into the garden and confronts the result of neglecting it for much of the summer.

Maybe someone needs to hear this; I know that it would have helped me to hear it a few years ago, and I’m always encouraged when people share stories of unconventional career and life paths.

I became an accidental gardener through grief. I remember like it was yesterday: this same time of year, 5 years ago, approaching Mothers’ Day.

I've been here before: standing in front of a door and not sure exactly how to walk through it, but knowing that I have to.

An idea that has always inspired us, especially in moving into an older home (ours is 1951) where so, so many things need work and nothing is quite pristine, is that if it’s good enough for a cottage in the English countryside, it’s good enough for us.

I’m changing careers. That's the short answer. But since this came as a surprise to many, I want to offer some backstory.