To Kill and To Eat
Farming chickens takes care and concentration, and a deal with the birds: We give you a life of safety and comfort, and you die for our food. Until a murdering predator arrives and gives lie to the vow.
Farming chickens takes care and concentration, and a deal with the birds: We give you a life of safety and comfort, and you die for our food. Until a murdering predator arrives and gives lie to the vow.
Across the country, in cities large and small, trees are being hacked, whacked, and chopped into unnatural shapes in the name of the power company. An illustrated catalog of abuse.
Prisoners garden. Spies garden. Gardening is good for every soul. But a desire to garden doesn’t a gardener make. A story of slaughtering plants.
Marigolds wither, periwinkles rot, and a tree mysteriously dribbles cat urine. Our writer is in over her head, once more, with plants.
New York’s empty balconies need filling. Our writer inaugurates a new series about urban-gardening warfare and southeastern-facing frustration.
Spring is popping up all around New York City, but those crocuses have a dark history. Explaining the Pagan past of what's growing on 87th Street.
Sounds can take us home—even when that home belongs to someone else, and the sounds are of obscure gardening comedy.
We preserve old buildings, why not old landscapes? Our transplanted horticulturalist discovers a mysterious garden outside time’s realm in Greenwich Village.
Now a New Yorker, our resident green essayist brings her yardwork series to the big city, even if it means breaking into private plots.
Departing the (garden) lovers’ state for one that loves its cement and money more, our scribbler of the lillies realizes the crucial difference between caring about plants and caring for them.