The green and the good…

I love to garden, but having no actual yard in Boston means that I have to make my own opportunities to play in the dirt. I’ll take any excuse, really. My idea of fun is wandering through local greenhouses, inhaling the sweet scent of healthy plants, and fantasizing about my dream garden — which would be lush, overgrown, wild, and a perfect home for bunnies like the one that ran in front of me yesterday while I was ambling down a narrow gravel path between the rhododendrons and potted Japanes...