By Howard Wolf
My small garden is a retreat from a world that sometimes seems out of control, untended. It’s neither as grand as Versailles nor as exquisitely trimmed as a 300-year-old bonsai, but it is an expression of my sensibility and related to one of my other passions: writing.
Both gardening and writing require labor, and neither becomes aesthetically pleasing overnight. I started writing at age 15 and only published my first short story after a decade of rejections at age 29.
I bought my…