Linda Jensen leads a relatively quiet life in Westchester County, New York, as the owner of a highly-acclaimed garden. Inherited from her parents, the garden is her pride and joy. What is not so joyful is finding a strange man sprawled near her delphiniums! The mysterious man is sick, unable to do anything more than drink water—and beg for secrecy. Ignoring all alarm bells, Linda sees to his needs, but her caring act takes on unexpected significance, an unpresentable glory.


A Love Blog

  The other day while sitting with Jim, I noticed our interwoven hands, his on top. The symbolism struck me. I’m thankful for my husband of all these years—67 this very day. We’ve had our moments—sometimes daily—but marriage is a great context for learning and...

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Slavery’s Gift

Just pretend a moment—you a Southern slave in the early 1800s. You get a decent master, you treated reasonable. You a woman, you might nanny the young’uns, cook, sew, or be midwife. You a man, you work long and hard outdoors—farming, picking cotton, livestock—no...

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The Minor WHAT??

I DO read even the odd parts of the Bible. I’m currently squaring off with the Minor Prophets—you know, Hosea instructed by God to marry a whore, Jonah kicking and screaming all the way to Ninevah, Habakkuk complain, complain, complain… (But see his bottom line...

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Shifting Perspectives

I used to be a pretty-good gardener. My mound garden looked like this: Last year, my tiny deck garden had 4-ft zinnias.   This year, unable to garden, my perspective has changed dramatically. The mound garden: Note late-blooming goldenrod, swaying majestically....

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War of the Vines

INVADER VINES! They’re everywhere, fighting plantfully, each hoping to overpower the others. Virginia creeper—Has a bad reputation for its fast spread and tenacity, ruthlessly pushing aside other plants by stealing their sunlight. Poison ivy—I guess we all know about...

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Author Eleanor Gustafson

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