And into my garden stole When the night had veil’d the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree. Note: this poem is included for reference purposes, please refer to ...

This Christmas garden poem was written for this column more than 30 years ago. It is still the most requested encore of any column I have written and, as a gift to my readers, I grant copywrite ...

Sitting in a secluded, leafy courtyard on a warm afternoon is a pleasant way to spend an hour, more so sipping on a ...