I was nursing a cup of tea and admiring the soft sheen of dew on the new mulch—freshly laid the day before in the rose beds, dark as chocolate cake and just as inviting—when a strange mechanical whine split the peace.
Read MoreThere are mistakes we make in the garden—poor plant choices, unruly growers, flowers that refuse to bloom no matter how we coax them. And then there are the so-called mistakes that turn out to be anything but, the plants we half-regret even as we adore them.
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