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!
Gauging Horticulture’s Place in the General Public’s Consciousness
One of the challenges horticulture faces in proving its importance is that it does most of its best work at the subconscious level.
Austen, Fiona, and The Power of Greening Urban America: A Letter To The Midwest
September 4, 2021 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, It is as if Virginia Woolf & Jane Austen came together over a few drinks and birthed your last letter. What a read. [...]
Getting Hosed in the August Garden; Another Letter from the Midwest
But, until I actually get around to planning a reptilian vacation, I'm dragging hoses. And hoses are the work of the devil! Evil, terrible products. Horrendous inventions from the very beginning.
The Other F-word – Flood: A Letter to The Midwest
July 8, 2021 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, Just as I was beginning to think you’d finally expired face down in a root-infested trench, and that Michele might have seized upon [...]
On Wild Mushrooms, Bears, and Teenage Girls
If you insist on traipsing around in the hollers of Virginia like Lewis and Clark, out there randomly meandering about along with all the various drug runners, moonshiners, and village psychopaths. Making yourself subject to the mood, hunger, and whims of every snake, spider, bear, and cougar loose in the woods. Completely vulnerable to things like quicksand, booby traps, landmines, and God knows whatever else, then at least be smart. Bring a teenage girl with you! Which, in fact, is what Lewis and Clark did. They knew.
The Pleasures of Morels vs. The Fear of Black Bears: A Letter To The Midwest
May 13, 2021 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, The may apples have begun to bloom and the morels are fruiting. As your words on the subject of mushrooming were predictably dismissive [...]
Don’t Give Away Too Much Too Soon – A Letter to the Midwest
April 15, 2021 Lovettsville VA Dear Scott, Spring! Etc. etc. What a relief. I am torn between feeling overwhelmed each morning, and tearful gratitude. However, finding a new colony of [...]
I’m Project-ed Out! Weariness Projected Through Labor Day!
Usually March around here is pretty dire. It is when the novelty of the outside air being so cold you can freeze water in it has long lost its charm and when the utter lack of any color outside becomes unbearable. Invariably, it’s the time of year when anything in the garden that might have once promised “winter interest” can only still be identified by means of dental records.
United in Condemnation & Tonic: A Letter to the Midwest
21 February 2020 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, It is Sunday morning, everyone is fed, and there is still six inches of crusty, icy snow upon the ground. The will to [...]
Pissing Away a Privilege and a Newly Invented Theology; A Letter to VA.
January 27, 2021 Cincinnati, Ohio Dear Marianne, It was a great relief to receive your most recent letter. I was a bit worried my previous letter to you might have [...]
Canna, hot greenhouse fantasies, and the brutality of ice. A Letter to the Midwest.
December 29, 2020 Lovettsville, VA Dear Scott, Well, I think we’ve established that you’re the better person at this point. As we will not agree about using shallow phrases [...]
’21 Is Gonna Be a Good Year
December 20, 2020 Cincinnati, Ohio Dear Marianne, I’ve gotten into the habit of blaming a lot of things on 2020. And most times, maybe every time, despite how knee-jerk and [...]