There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the sun goes down and the vision for a project finally starts to glow. Looking back at this archive from the spring of...

There is a specific kind of magic that happens when the sun goes down and the vision for a project finally starts to glow. Looking back at this archive from the spring of 2019 in Wildwood, I am reminded of those long evenings spent perfecting the atmosphere of our sanctuary. I was in the foreground, largely playing the role of the appreciative director, while my favorite "Mexican labor" was down in the dark, meticulously wiring and placing the copper path lights that would eventually define our evening landscape. T...

There is a specific kind of satisfaction that comes from seeing a vision for a landscape slowly manifest in the dark soil of your own backyard. Looking back at this afternoon in Wildwood from the spring of 2019, I am struck by the sheer amount of industry that went into carving out this sanctuary. I played the role of supervisor, standing by with my gloves on, while my favorite "Mexican labor" was down in the dirt, handling the heavy lifting and precise planting that these new beds required. With the fresh mulch la...

There is a unique satisfaction found in the literal act of putting down roots. Looking back at this spring afternoon in Wildwood from 2020, I am reminded of the sheer industry that defined our time at home. We decided to add a Blue Spruce to the landscape, a choice that required a fair amount of heavy lifting and strategic placement. I stood by with my gloves on, playing the role of project manager, while my favorite "Mexican labor" did the grueling work of breaking the soil. The vibrancy of the garden that year wa...