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This blog is in memory of my father and mother who were both gardeners.

In the fifties and sixties my father worked for a landscaping company that planted trees and flowers in the city of New Orleans. Every spring and all through the summer, he'd bring home azaleas, viburnum, asters and daisies for my mother who would put them in our backyard, a space that was no more than eight feet square. They both grew up on farms so having that garden was like having a bit of the country, in the city.

In New York City, if you're lucky enough to have any outdoor space, you are among the very few. I've worked in some of them and let me tell you, there's nothing like coming off of the crowded street and into a private garden, even the ones full of weeds and seeing worms and butterflies, oblivious to the jackhammers and rumbling subway just feet away.

Why should living in the city stop you from being a part of the horticultural experience? If you are lucky enough to have an outdoor space or a balcony or terrace, a sunny window sill or even a window with no sun at all, this is the blog for you.

Daniel Webster said that the cultivation of the earth is the most important labor of man. Just because you live in the city, doesn't mean you can't be a part of it.