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We spent Wednesday afternoon furtively refreshing the Home & Garden section of The New York Times until, in a hot pink flash, our favorite bromeliad appeared on the screen. “In the Garden: Marriage Is Yard Work,” read the headline above the photo, and that’s when...

Oh, the lengths we've gone and the backflips we've done in pursuit of a cup of iced Coffea arabica: brimming mugs balanced in the freezer. Lava-hot joe poured over iceburgs. Whatever we did, it just didn't taste like our favorite cafe's version (sweet, complex and tea-like...

When we’re in putter mode in our garden, our shoe choices are purely functional. It’s kinda freeing for us design obsessives — Ryan in his Crocs Croc knockoffs and me in old Chucks, loosening rootballs, just wearing any old thing. But things changed slightly when we crossed paths with the boots of Le...

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...