I didn’t grow up on a farm where seasons and the moon determined your lifestyle. I spent the eighties in a little suburb where seasons were either new episodes of…
Don’t you love that point when a color changes? It could be from winter brown to spring green, from green to blooming, or from the stem to the end of…
It’s my first time to save seeds from my little garden. The little garden that could. I ordered heirloom seeds and a book on growing and harvesting seeds. When they…
My gardening style is to wait and see what happens. I mean wait too long and then eventually wade into the mess to assess the damage. I have been…
This is the budding of my grapevine. (The one I’ve kept languishing in a tiny pot from Lowes for 3 years before finally planting it last summer.) It means I’d…
