My folks bought an eight-acre forest 20 miles outside New York City in the 1930s. My father designed and built the stone house from boulders on the property left by the last Ice Age, and then began planting rododendrons for the new garden and nursery.
They sold the place in 1961 and started a new garden from scratch in Enumclaw, WA. They were in their fifties and I had just graduated from high school.
Sixty years after we left, the garden is still intact and a young family is tending it.
