Do my eyes deceive me? Have you really replaced Home with this tedious, verbose and corpulent assemblage of orphan articles in search of a Home? I had hoped that the first issue was not indicative of what would follow. I had hoped that the second issue would be less disappointing. I was wrong. Home wasn't perfect, especially the last six months, but it had a warmth, a positive generation of energy, a personality that this new word-and-advertisement-glutted magazine totally lacks. The delight of my Sundays used to be the wonderful pictures of homes, food and particularly of flowers and gardens. Home was a sensual experience; it was an inspiration. It was so packed with beauty that I saved and savored it for the entire week. Now I'm having trouble finding anything worth reading. There are practically no gardening articles--just a few tired, lackluster, colorless columns. I'm no gardener, but I do appreciate beauty and nature. Could we have a little less verbosity and a lot more fuel for the soul?