I cannot walk into our garden without constantly being reminded of the friends who have shared their plants.

Crabgrass is aptly descriptive of this hated weed, for it does scuttle quickly through a lawn.

One becomes a gardener by becoming a gardener.

I cannot walk into our garden without constantly being reminded of the friends who have shared their plants.

When I need to be precise about a plant, I use its Latin name, even if my nongardening friends sometimes look at me a little funny for using big words in a dead language - or in the kind of horticultural Esperanto that botanical names make up.

Gardener's , like everyone else, live second by second and minute by minute. What we see at one particular moment is then and there before us. But there is a second way of seeing. Seeing with the eye of memory, not the eye of our anatomy, calls up days and seasons past and years gone by.

Not knowing where your food comes from is a primary form of alienation.