“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” Yeats Finding this so true in my garden every day. There are new revelations daily, both from the plants and from within myself. #magic  

On the edge of my NYC terrace there’s about a foot-wide stretch of gravel with maybe 1/4 of an inch of soil mixed in with the rocks and pebbles. I think it’s for drainage (although maybe it’s just aesthetically pleasing). I’ve long had an admiration for the weeds that simply sprout ...

I almost worried that my upstairs neighbors or those walking by on the street might think I’d murdered a tiny person and was getting rid of the body. As you can see, that’s what the disposal of my arbor vitae pretty much looked like. The rest of my Urban Garden is a total triumph. The mint and ...

These days I’m semi-obsessed with Freecycle.  It’s how I got my $600 Dyson for the price of a cab ride.  So this summer when my terrace was sadly empty, I posted about wanting some large plants and trees. One morning last month I got an exciting response to my post, rearranged my day, and withi...