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Serious gardeners like to use obscure terms as much as a teenager likes to text acronyms. We both do it for the same reasons, to quickly communicate with others in our sub-species and to show how hip we are. Every once and awhile we might even be guilty of using these terms to blatantly show [...]
You know the fantasy.
Cherubic four year olds dance merrily along paths, stopping to help you pluck a dandelion or plop a sun-kissed cherry tomato in their mouths. The family dog sits loyally by your side as you trim the last of the lavender before the summer storm. Your equally loyal ten year old enthusiastically asks [...]
Even those of us who spend most of our days up to our armpits in the compost pile have noticed there’s a recession on. If the gloomy NPR voices on my garden radio weren’t enough to alert me, there’s the little matter of my husband shredding the retirement statements to use as bedding mulch. Not [...]
I didn’t start out as a gardener. My mother doesn’t have stories of me as a precocious three year old building my own compost pile or experimenting with mulch methods. Nope, I was a pretty average kid. My parents gardened and I benefited. And when I was asked to participate in the potato digging or [...]
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"SO all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!"
-John Greenleaf Whittier from "Snow-Bound" 1807-1892
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