Sometimes we Ranters have other things to say – maybe about life – because we don’t JUST garden, ya know.
End of season It’s autumn at the moment, (just?) and it seems the garden is blazing in glory with the autumn colours, even when the sun fails to shine. [...]
My physical therapist recently asked the question as she was prodding and poking me this week, and it elicited an immediate positive reaction from the part of me that still [...]
In this Washington Post article we learn of an expensive legal battle (because aren't they all?) between Kerry Kennedy, daughter of RFK, and the man who bought Hickory Hill, where [...]
Photos of Greenbelt, Maryland from the Library of Congress collection. The garden city movement, which began in 1898 in the U.K., is described as a "method of urban planning in which self-contained [...]
Last weekend a friend and I happened upon a neighborhood yard sale filled with all the stuff my kids will be flogging when my husband and I permanently exit stage [...]
It’s a running joke amongst our friends that our place is the safe house for any type of future apocalyptic scenario. I’d like to believe that they just want to [...]
A Choral Feast. At Christmas we went to a (socially distanced) concert in Hereford Cathedral. We are great fans of small choirs who sing Renaissance, Baroque and modern choral music: [...]
Kaffe Fasset: Well, how do we feel about him? A knitter, embroiderer, patchwork maker, teacher and writer. Famous in the UK, travelled here from California. For many years such craft [...]
Even with slowly lengthening daylight, what little sun we have has been eclipsed this year by pandemic hair, ice and snow. I’m willing to forego a haircut if this story [...]
Rose Russell Blakely passed away in late September. Aunt Rose loved her garden. She was 93 years old. I often visited Aunt Rose, and her garden, in Washington, D.C., since [...]
Otis Knox in his 2018 sunflower field. I would not have batted an eye at Mr. Stripey if Otis Knox had not insisted it was the best [...]
Rufus patrols the border. It’s hard to stay on top of runaway name-calling. Most of the tried and true insults now look like tread-bare bald tires, but [...]
