The New York Times Garden Book

This is a big, beautiful book safe, but my favorite part is the photo I included in the compartment for the people who prefer to go foam free. It’s a classic and typical picture of kid helping his dad do yard work. As you’d expect, the hapless kid appears miserable. I imagine his friends are just out of frame playing football. I can completely commiserate; been there, done that. When I moved to SoCal, it seemed EVERYONE had gardeners. Growing up in a blue collar town, my brother and I were the de facto gardeners and we were a helluva lot cheaper than any immigrant people seem so fearful of.