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Ode | Feb 24 2004

I consult one day a week at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, where I’m helping to transform the Garden’s website into a fully accessible, standards-compliant, almost-too-sexy-to-believe juggernaut. It’s fun.

A few months ago, my Garden colleagues tied me down and forced me asked me to write an article for their newsletter, which is read by gardeners the world ‘round. Knowing next to nothing about plants and even less about gardens, I wrote about what I know: oatmeal.