If you’ve ever spent an afternoon with your hands in the dirt, you know the deceptive nature of a garden. You set out with a simple, modest goal: I am just going to clear this one, tiny two-by-four-foot patch of stubborn roots.
But the moment you dig your spade into the earth, the garden laughs.
Dearest Gentle Readers, the Ton is absolutely abuzz with the most delightful news. It seems a new passion has taken hold of our collective hearts, and it doesn’t involve scandalous ballroom glances or secret midnight rides with a dashing Duke. No, this season’s true desire is found right in the garden.
It started with a text message this morning. A friend sent over a classic 1970s disco track with a note: “Remember that crazy night we partied in NYC and I danced with your Russian friend?”