I have this not-yet-explored fascination with garden magazines. Every time I see one and have the cash on hand, I pick it up. I’m such a sucker for those images of great planters and perfect levels of colorful flowers that I have to limit myself to cash-only purchases lest I spend my mortgage money on magazines that I don’t have any time to read.
So why I thought I’d start not one but two gardens while also running my own bookstore, I don’t know. But I did . . . and I was loving it. At home, my roommate and best friend, Mart, and I had built some raised beds from fence boards that were left behind when we bought the house, and at the shop, I gathered a variety of planters from yard sales and auctions – with the help of my friends Stephen and Walter, denizens of good bargains and great tas
