The online correspondence between Ranters Marianne Willburn (in Virginia) and Scott Beuerlein (in Ohio) began in July 2019 with Scott’s column ‘Time for a Grexit’ in Horticulture magazine which grumpily condemned British garden writers and their books. Marianne couldn’t let him get away with it; but chose to answer on GardenRant soil. Scott rebutted. Marianne rebutted his rebuttal, and Scott returned the punch.
Marianne answered with a letter.
What followed has been an edgy, informative, humorous and often intimate portrait of their gardens and lives in very different regions of the country. The letters aren’t managed or edited, and often, readers of GardenRant see them even before Scott or Marianne does.
It’s a gardeners’ correspondence for a digital age. You can find the entire collection of letters below. Enjoy!
Eternal Sunshine of The Creative Mind: A Letter To The Midwest
November 17, 2022 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, It says something about my scattered state of mind and work ethic at the moment that I have five half-finished articles up on [...]
Dry and Colorful – A Letter from the Midwest
Thus, years and years of collecting has steadily been undone by an almost equal number of years de-collecting. It was hard at first, got easier over time, and now I remove an ugly plant with a strange grin on my face. It’s a god-like power I wield maniacally.
We’re All Seeking Absolution: A Letter To The Midwest
15 October 2022 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, I’m pretty sure you set some name-dropping records per-column-inch in your last letter. After reading it I have no concerns over your ability [...]
Inadequacy, Front, Center, and Heading Off in a General Direction: A Letter from the Midwest
My God! I hate myself. I swear I used to be cool, like the dude in a Fistful of Dollars. Now I’m just Clint Eastwood.
Lions And Tigers and Tropicals, Oh My!: A Letter to the Midwest
1 September 2022 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, September dawns and I am completely unprepared for the fact that I was hardly in my garden in August and therefore terribly behind. [...]
Does Absence Make the Heart Grow Fonder? A Letter From The Midwest.
We've been together so much the last two weeks that it's changed everything. We've hung out together here and there before but never with so much quality time. I really feel like I know you so much better now. Although I'm trying very hard not to trust it, all this exposure has not meant I like you any less. This is not at all what I expected.
Strategy and Self-Seeders: A Letter to The Midwest
July 30, 2022 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, I sense sarcasm in your last letter. Huge heavy wads of it if I’m not mistaken. The recrimination is deserved. You are correct, [...]
Grinding Out Another Horror Show Project in, Turns Out, My “Yew” Garden: A Letter From The Midwest.
Part of why the project is so horrible is because much of the point of it is to take space that was already too full of junk and make it capable of holding even more junk. Junk had to be move out of the way, only to be in the way of the next task, and then the next.
Too Many Thoughts from An Airport: A Letter to The Midwest
June 9th, 2022 (for May 29th) Dear Scott, I am writing this from Heathrow Airport on the back of an exotic plant list from Dixter and will type it out [...]
Chickweed & Despair, Hope & Dixter: A Letter to The Midwest
Lovettsville, VA May 7, 2022 Dear Scott, As much as I hate to stress you out with yet another ambiguous deadline by immediately answering your letter, I find I have [...]
Muddy March Gardens, Flagrant Power Tool Violations, Heresy, Arson, & More: A [Belated] Letter from The Midwest
After returning home, I went into a power tool-fired, panic-driven, spring cleanup, trying desperately to wipe ugly out of my garden but, truth is, only some of what I did made anything look even slightly better. The real cure for March is April, and the cure for April is May. Anyway, I went into a string-trimming frenzy, slashing back sedges, grasses, perennials and slinging dirt, sticks, gravel, plant labels, cigarette butts, beer cans, and whatever else all over creation anywhere I went. I consider myself kind of a performance artist when it comes to using a string trimmer. And a pretty innovative one at that. A lot of what I do with it would show up very prominently in the DO NOT section of the operating manual if manual writers had anything like the imagination I've got.
Carex Conundrums and Groupie Gripes: A Letter to The Midwest
Lovettsville, VA 20180 March 17, 2022 Dear Scott, I am glad we agree upon the many joys of Brunnera and Carex, if not the fact that you are clearly affable [...]