I didn't know it then, but my garden journals not only trace the history of the garden--they're also an intimate portrait of my family growing up together.
His grandmother’s tools have done a great job for nearly 30 years in his care, and they’ve spent their share of rainy spring nights alone in the
garden. But before the snow is gone, Doug Oster pulls out the trowel,
shovels, edgers, forks and hoes from his toolshed in preparation for the day when the smell of spring fills the air and nostalgia is in full bloom.
