Starting a New Garden at Age 80
There is still time and happiness. As we all know, good flower gardens take time. Hours. Days. Weeks. Seasons. Years. Lives. Add it up: Winter evenings bent over seed [...]
There is still time and happiness. As we all know, good flower gardens take time. Hours. Days. Weeks. Seasons. Years. Lives. Add it up: Winter evenings bent over seed [...]
A – I had a big bunch of needy, gorgeous annuals and perennials sitting in plastic nursery pots in the back yard waiting further instructions. They were to be [...]
Even while enjoying spring flowers in our yards, we tend to think of them as just former temporary residents of box stores such as Lowes or Menards, the local nursery [...]
The Callery (Bradford) pear may be one of horticulture’s best example of a good idea gone very wrong. Could it happen again? Of course. Are there no other examples [...]
Mid-January is not a particularly good time for an angry, my David Austin roses died, “Give em’ hell” Garden Rant. Our fallen leaves in Indiana have barely begun to [...]
What to make of our just-installed Christmas tree, and of memories carefully wrapped and stored away in cardboard boxes and plastic crates in a basement until dutifully hung on [...]
Fifty years on the farm and we are now in another great old house. Sturdy renovated and homey. Big rooms. Fine floors. Indoor plumbing. And only 98 years old, [...]
OK, it was Tuesday, March 11, 2025, on or about 2:27 p.m. on a very nice, sunny day in early spring. I had not purchased a single plant all [...]
So yeah, it's been a pretty shitty month with a foot of snow, an enduring icy landscape, California wildfires and dealing with RSV virus, which produces endless, metallic, lung-rattling coughs [...]
Our annuals first arrive at our house every spring as garden visitors, then became guests, even friends. They form the backdrop, the understory, in many a fine landscape, including ours. [...]
It's all about filling a blank space, visualizing what can be, moving words or plants around, just shoving the familiar, the conscious mind out of the way and allowing [...]
The bubbling fountain came last, the watery finish to a wonderfully sunny day spent playing in the dirt. Sure, spring had officially arrived a few days earlier, but to me [...]