Rye in my garden This morning looking out at my garden, I noticed that the rye was ripening in the paisley bed near the elephant. How did that happen? Just…
The invitation to my birthday party read, "To v. or not to v.?" That is the question. Come to a birthday party to celebrate my birth, rebirth and the birth…
Last year my boulevard garden yielded, as far as I know, 100% of Canada's cotton crop. Continuing my quest to live off the land in the city and grow "wearables"…
In midieval San Gimignano tall towers were the symbol of wealth and power. Eventually there were 72 such structures rising ever higher in this Tuscan hilltop village. Today few still remain. In Palm…
If only I had a last name that sounded fabulous spelled backwards. Arnold Issacs had such luck. In 1954 he was commissioned to create 10 dresses for a General…