I discovered the tell-tale orange freckles one spring morning while padding across the path to my...

“If you dig it, they will come.” That was the promise my older brother made when he showed up on a...

The first time I tried growing vegetables, I attacked my backyard like an archaeologist unearthing...

I remember the exact moment the idea took root. It was a late-July afternoon, the kind where even...

When my partner and I bought our 1950s ranch, the “patio” was a hodge-podge of cracked...

The first chilly evening after my partner and I moved into our fixer-upper, we tried to roast...

I grew up in a desert suburb where the only tree on our block was a spindly ash kept alive by a...

The first summer after we bought our fixer-upper, the patio was little more than a cracked slab and...

I used to think “decorating” meant draping a few string lights and hoping for the best. Then, one...

I still remember the first backyard picnic BBQ I tried to host on my own. I’d just bought my starter...

I used to think composting was only for people with sprawling country gardens and time to spare...

When my partner and I bought our first home, the backyard was a blank slate—just a patch of...

A few years ago, I stood in my backyard, staring at a patchy lawn, a couple of struggling rose...

There’s something timeless about a hammock swaying between two trees. Whether it’s the allure of a...