On the Nightstand: Harrowed by Heather King

I was thirty before I had a vegetable garden. My husband and I bought a house thirty miles west of Chicago, which meant a commute of as much as two hours each way per day for me. I was stressed! He encouraged me to start a garden; he knew the joy it brought his beloved father, and I think he knew I needed something that used a different part of my brain (not to mention my back and knees!). I was an avid vegetable and flower gardener for close to a dozen years. But then life changed. I tried a ba...