I've confessed I am a reluctant gardener, with a very laid-back approach to everything to do with the yard. Despite the fact that "negligent" is the best description of me as a gardener, I actually have promised myself I will do better this year. (Trust me, I am even more surprised than you are.) My... Continue Reading →
Instant Vegetable Garden, or What To Do When The Seeds Don’t Sprout
Remember all those seeds I planted in May? OK, you weren't there, you don't remember, but I do. When I put them in the ground, I was struck by how the earth I covered them with looked just a bit like a fresh grave, and how the wooden tongue depressor garden tags I used looked... Continue Reading →
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The Reluctant Gardener Confesses: Why I Love Weeding
I've shared my reluctance to garden as a child and my struggles to believe that things I plant will actually grow. But today I confess something that just adds to the mountain of existing evidence that I am nuts: I love weeding. As someone who hates to clean my house, it seems weird that my favorite... Continue Reading →
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The Most Important Gardening Tool Is Hope
Despite my mother's attempts to teach me to appreciate the magic of planting seeds, I'm only becoming a gardener slowly. I've experienced the beauty of flowers blooming outside my back door and the joy of picking tasty tomatoes from vines in my own yard, but I'm still reluctant to garden. Don't get me wrong. I... Continue Reading →
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The Magic of Gardening: Mom’s Lesson Takes Root
I don't think of my mother as a gardener. To me, she is a planter. The house I grew up in started with an acre of bare dirt on a steep hillside, but Mom changed all that. For years, she bought bare root bushes and trees and planted them everywhere. Our neighbors used to tease... Continue Reading →
