Gardening Lessons My Grandmother Taught Me (Unintentionally)
I wrote this piece back in February for The Guardian UK, and am now posting it here in its entirety as promised. You can read my preface to it here.
My gardener’s story is atypical. There were no childhood summers frolicking in the garden of a rosy-cheeked matriarch eager to pass on a passion for growing things; however, there was, in fact, a grandmother—a woman who for better or worse certainly left an impression. A woman who taught me about gardening without meaning to, possibly even in spite of herself. 
I listened to 
I am standing in front of a community garden taking photos when a youngish dude (I am not good at guesstimating age) holding a guitar and a large, open bottle of vodka approaches me.
Him: What are you doing?
Me: I'm taking pictures of these beans 
Homesteading -- the kind that involved living in tents and no machinery -- was terribly difficult. I'm sure of it. Of course I already knew this, camping merely drove that point home in a new way. Simple tasks 
I was recently profiled in 
Sakura's White Bleeding Heart in the street garden
I wanted to write and thank you all for your very kind words and wishes about yesterday's post. I've been overwhelmed. Thank you.
I have to admit I have 