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As relative newcomers to the garden party, we can be delinquent about (and yes, at times intimidated by) fertilizing. Maybe that’s why we’re so attached to our carnivores — because they self-fertilize, and in such a theatrical way? But slowly, we’re coming around. We recently discovered...

Two weekends ago, we traded the cacti of California for the Douglas firs (and snappy wildflowers!) of the Pacific Northwest. This mini-vacation included an enlightening trek to The Herbfarm, the James Beard Award-winning restaurant and dining tour-de-force in Woodinville, Washington. We also visited its five-acre...

Last weekend we were in Seattle — RB’s first time in the city in over a decade, and C’s first time ever. Hence the light posting sked this week! We’re still coming down from all that nuanced espresso and the radiant, vertigo-inducing trees that sang...

You can almost hear the cuatro between the fluffy pink flowers of the Tabebuia Impetiginosa tree, which is native to, and widely celebrated in, Trinidad and Tobago — where Chantal's family's from. (The plant also goes by the names pink trumpet tree, pink ipe and...

Saturday found us at the rosemary-lined house of our friend Danielle Gano, where we spent the afternoon painting chevrons on terracotta pots, drinking prosecco, and eating every kind of cheese imaginable. In other words: It was the perfect day. Danielle's the founder of bicoastal PR agency...