Here’s a question: If one gardens, is one, by default, a gardener? I’ve had the privilege of working with landscape architects and garden designers inventing surroundings that encourage nature to create a planned paradise. And the work to keep the borders, the beds, the pergola and allées alive and performing their intended aesthetic duty is largely mine. I plant, fertilize, prune, water and tend. Yet I have never called myself a gardener as my passion lies in the woodland that extends beyond the garden beds. The sexy smell of the earth, the impossible beauty of ferns uncoiling and spring ephemerals…