Despite my earlier blogs on what is landscape architecture and my attempt to distance our profession from the label of gardeners, I have to admit that I love to garden. In fact, one of the things that drew me to landscape architecture in the first place was a fascination with how people inhabit their yards and their sense of personal expression within that space. In the small mountain town where I live, we have an abundance of passionate gardeners who love to spill into their yards even though we have a relatively short growing season. Watching the gardens evolve and grow over the ten years that we have lived here, feels like a window into the stories of the gardeners themselves reflecting their own life transitions and stories. It is as though the tale behind a particular rock wall or planting of Hollyhocks also reveals a window into the gardener’s personal history.