A spotless October garden has excellent public relations. The stems are gone. The leaves are bagged. The beds are shaved down to mulch and labels. From the sidewalk, it looks responsible, almost moral, as if the gardener has defeated decay itself and sent it away in kraft paper sacks. Here is the irritating truth: a garden that clean is often…
By late July, a rose leaf can look as if someone has touched it with a miniature punch. The edges are not shredded. The center is not speckled. Instead, neat half-moons have vanished from the margins, each one as clean as a bite taken by a very tidy pair of scissors. It is easy to read this as damage, because…

