I never really had a green thumb but as I look across my freshly trimmed hedges and the mosaic of bright flowers, I feel a sense of pride. My garden is beautiful and it frames my sweet little house perfectly. The air is warm but the breeze feels nice against the sweat on my arms and face. I smile and breathe in deeply, expecting to enjoy the scent of lavender, the newest addition to my flowerbed. Instead, I’m greeted by a...