Mrs. Washington balances her hose in one hand, walker in the other, tending gardens for sixteen years. When she caught my neighbor dumping his yard waste in front of my house, she gave him the riot act I'd been too polite to deliver. Now her marigolds thrive in shade where they shouldn't—maybe there's a lesson there about taking risks on things that don't look perfect on paper.
Relationships
Planting Seeds of Hope: What My Garden Taught Me About Dating After Divorce
A friend helped me redesign my failing garden, and suddenly I understood what it really takes to cultivate new love after everything has died.
Burying Dead Roses: How My Garden Taught Me About Betrayal
He confessed to cheating just as my first garden taught me about variables you can't anticipate. Sometimes the best thing you can do with dead flowers is bury them and let them feed new growth.
Why I Ignored the Warning Signs: Learning to Read Life’s Tags
My hanging plants came with clear instructions I ignored, just like the red flags in my marriage. Sometimes love means paying attention to what someone actually needs to thrive.
Six Hours on My Knees Pulling Clover: How My Ex-Husband Became a Garden Weed
Kathy at Home Depot warned me: those pretty pink clovers are weeds that steal nutrients. My ex-husband's aunt warned me too—he was just a little boy playing house. Both times, I fell for the pink flowers.
