Mom's old Daylily patch was indestructible yet ephemeral. The plants withstood our tiny, trampling feet, but the flowers came and went with the mid-July sun.

It is not absolutely clear who is more enthusiastic about the GrowLab in Mr. Flint’s classroom--the class or Mr. Flint.

I will admit that I love flowers. I also love gardening. I am not the most proficient or the neatest of gardeners, and I have a taste for the less than manicured bed.