To avoid the trap of infinite sitting and thinking, I'm adapting the flexible block schedule I used as a professor to bring a gentle, focus-driven rhythm to my early retirement days.

Recent rain and newly cleared privets have brought the front yard hostas back to life.

A quick snapshot on the serendipity of bringing home fresh garden tomatoes and yellow squash from a visit to my parents' house.

I’d prefer a harvest of Cherokee purples, but today we’re celebrating two humble banana peppers and the unglamorous reality behind an Instagram-worthy garden photo.

Even in a period of transition, we all need a touchstone. Lately, I'm finding mine in the dirt of our Greensboro bungalow, fumbling my way into a brand-new identity. For now.

A simple bouquet of zinnias and shrimp plants sparks a reflection on embracing small beginnings and good-enough gardening.

This little moonflower is just getting start-ed.

A routine tree inspection in our Greensboro yard turns into a clearing project, uncovering a hidden rose bush, buried hostas, and more of our garden wall.

Our small yard project to replace ivy ground cover with mulch has escalated into a full front yard transformation.