SOME NAMES are destined for greatness. How can you not become famous (and probably rich) with a...

TALK ABOUT a garden writer’s nightmare. Looks like I’m allergic to flowers. There I was blaming my...

Spring has certainly sprung. Overnight, it seems the forsythia went from straggly stems with a...

I THOUGHT I was done preparing seders. I ceded this to Baby several years ago, when she and her...

‘TIS THE SEASON for ants in the pants. This immediately precedes the season of ants on the kitchen...

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MY LAST, really my only, encounter with propane flames was a few years ago, when the usual...

I MADE PEA SOUP last Sunday night. I do not grow peas. That’s the end of today’s gardening...

IT TOOK SEVERAL years for my hair to adjust to DC’s swampy weather, but once it did, I found the...

LOVE. So you think saying it with flowers couldn’t be easier. You’d be wrong. There are plenty of...

WHEN I WAS a kid I had a globe. It was mostly blue—water, you know—and suspended on a gold metal...

MY PRINCE complained about my last article. “You made the house sound too elegant,” he said....

THE HOLIDAYS are finally gone from the mantel. The peacock-feather boa and birds and baubles are...

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JASMINE IS not difficult to grow. While a tropical or semi-tropical plant, and given to abrupt and...

TIME’S UP! It’s Christmas Eve and there are still a few gifts to be got. If you’ve a gardener on...

I HAVE A Hanukkah bush. My husband, The Prince, has a Christmas tree. They sit in a corner of the...

MY HOLIDAY window boxes are a repeat of last year and the year before and the year before that. . ....

I’M GOING OUT to sweep leaves,” announced My Prince. “Alexa, play Bach, please.” He’s very polite...

I ALWAYS considered my dad to be the family artiste. The showman. The bon vivant. Mom? She was the...