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Read MoreA couple of weeks ago was Thanksgiving. It was a bit of a weird Thanksgiving for me because I found myself across the Atlantic ocean in the country the pilgrims first fled from...
Read MoreWhile I was sitting on top of the hill watching the sun set over the ocean, I had a frantic urge to write. I needed to capture the methodical crash of the waves against the cliffs...
Read MoreWhen I was 8 years old, I decided I was going to be a novelist. I think I heard about an 11 year old who wrote a series of novels about dragons and became a child prodigy. I remember thinking, "how hard can it be?"
Read MoreSince I have returned from my weekend at Sandhill Farm, I have realized that the garden really is Rosemary herself. Honest, beautiful, always changing.
Read MoreHardly anyone has heard of Rousham. No dogs or children are allowed. It has no tea room or gift shop. All it has is a ticket machine, and for 5 pounds you can have one of the greatest gardens in the world...
Read MoreOne of the first questions I asked Row was if Wisley was considered London. She replied, "No... Surrey, darling!" With this answer I knew I would like where we were headed.
Read MoreI am currently sitting on the front terrace of my cute little Air bnb watching the most incredible sunset over the 11th century church across the street. The past few days have been dreamy and a tad jet laggy...
Read More"Let no one be discouraged by the thought of how much there is to learn. Looking back upon nearly thirty years of gardening..."
Read MoreAh. The reflecting pool. It's black, it's rectangular, and everyone seems to wonder how deep it actually is.
Read MoreI am smack dab in the middle of 3 girls in our family. I have grown up being known as Leigh's younger sister or Margaret Anne's older sister. I can't say I hate it for two reasons:
Read MoreI have been dreading the moment I would graduate and leave Auburn since I moved in freshman year. I thought they would have to drag me kicking a screaming with Toomer's Lemonade in my hand all the way down highway 280.
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