“Step through the Prairie-style Fullerton gate and enter a hidden garden of unmatched beauty. Only bird songs and the sound of a gentle waterfall break the restful silence. Follow the stone walk...
Mrs Digby shuffled into the room on the arm of the professor. He led her to the chair and after a brief enquiry about her health, asked what she could read on the letter chart.
Having recently written about my first garden and a brief introduction to the concept of place attachment, it seems as if this is the right time to share my thoughts about losing my backyard garden.
It begins at my childhood home. I grew up in a very busy Midwestern household, the oldest of four children with two transplanted Brooklyn, New York academics for parents.
The COVID-19 pandemic has had many consequences. Social distancing, working from home and virtual meetings have all become embedded in our work-life vocabulary.
