One spring very long ago, as a proud first-time home-owner, I thought I’d start a garden. I’d never done it before, but I’d had a windowbox that looked great. How hard could it be? So I chipped a few holes into the orange clay beside my driveway and jammed in some johnny jumpups.
Predictably, the poor little violets died in record time, but I was lucky in my neighbors, one …


