. . . I’d rather be in Philadelphia, for the Philadelphia Flower Show!
March 1, 2017
Only February and everything is coming up: Boom. Boom. Boom.
February 22, 2017
To trim or not to trim. Our resident city gardener picks up her shears.
February 8, 2017
HOW GRAND the sago palm looks, perched on a pedestal on the mahogany chest in the front hall. Just before Christmas, fearing a cold snap that had yet to materialize, My Prince hauled the weighty planter in from the front porch and patiently moved it here and there while I waved him to and fro until it came to rest, reflected in the mahogany-framed mirror that […]
February 1, 2017
A solarium takes nothing more than a few windows and a handy Prince.
January 18, 2017
The Cavanaugh manse embraces a more soulful variant on the Color of the Year,
January 11, 2017
When Stephanie’s mom grew grass on the 18th floor.
December 29, 2016
Chanukah, the Festival of . . . Light Latkes.
December 21, 2016
In the battle of the curbside garden, it’s Plants 0, Dogs, oh, about 1,000.
November 30, 2016
The garden moves indoors: a depressing little ditty.
November 9, 2016
Lovely vines compete with ugly parking signs on Capitol Hill.
November 2, 2016