An angel, legend has it, took pity on a little shepherd girl who had nothing to give to the Infant Jesus in his manger. The angel handed her a weed, but first transformed it into this beautiful flower of winter.

Anne of Austria, wife of Louis XIII of France, had such an aversion to roses that she could not stand seeing one even in a painting.

In a well-made garden every day is new.

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

Plants are the original chemists. Their sophistication makes DuPont and Monsanto look like little kids with chemistry sets.

We quickly discovered that two kittens were much more fun than one.

We can plant to suit the needs of the birds and other wildlife that find a haven and a habitat on our home ground, and we can understand that to do so is a moral dictate, not a personal whim.