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 →
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 →
