Over the years my experience as a volunteer – whether it be a girl-guide leader or a weed picker – has taught me that volunteers are happy in their work in even the harshest conditions, probably because they choose to
Did my garden miss me as much as I missed it?
Judging by the growth spurt – no! Okay, so maybe it’s an illusion. I go out every day and peer closely at my plants to see if they have grown any in the last few hours – seriously mad, I
Home is where the garden is.
I really missed my garden while we were in Hong Kong. It was exciting to see what had grown while were were away. Dalton, our young neighbor, had taken great care of the garden while we were gone and had