Good luck trying to take your garden beyond the grave
I have two Kentucky gardens. Both are a privilege and a burden. One is in the city, the other in the country. I can’t work either of them with [...]
I have two Kentucky gardens. Both are a privilege and a burden. One is in the city, the other in the country. I can’t work either of them with [...]
I once ran with a posse of boys who scoured scrawny woods at the end of a suburban street with cowboy hats and hatchets. We were determined to carve [...]
My Christmas was a mixed bag for a long time. Mother was all in on the spirit of the season. My father not so much. The push-pull seemed destined [...]
I have had epiphanies in parks around the world, and, more than once, I have been blessed in the Gospel Tent at The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival. I [...]
My friend Paul Sandman called a few weeks ago wondering if I knew the “Three Sisters.” I’ve driven past the 300-year-old, long decaying American sycamores in Louisville’s Cherokee Park [...]
The U.S. presidential election is one long week away. If there is not enough anxiety to go around here on earth, I need to mention the planetary concern that has [...]
This has been a long, difficult growing season in Salvisa. Farm crops and the garden were parched. Groundhogs, with little else to graze, went whole-hog on the 27-acre organic [...]
I feel fondly toward a small stretch of a Louisville neighborhood beyond our 1/3-acre lot in Crescent Hill. I walk along the alley behind our house and see respectable, although [...]
Summer self-loathing was triggered weeks ago by kinked hoses and endless swearing. The heat and drought were beating me down. Crabgrass and broadleaf plantains couldn’t care less. Ariel, in Shakespeare’s [...]
A year ago, my daughter and I drove to Vancouver and made the rounds. Molly lives in Bellingham, Washington, near the Canadian border. The first stop was the University [...]
Massive storms rolled through Kentucky in late May. We were spared disaster. Thousands of others weren’t so lucky. Trees were downed and power knocked out. This wasn’t the Commonwealth’s [...]
I sometimes go catatonic while standing over an appealing plant I haven’t seen before. Looking like Mr. Pitiful, shoulders slumped, my eyes are fixed on the prize in front [...]