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Walking onto my porch a few months ago, coffee in hand, eyes open to any new surprises my garden might throw at me, I was unprepared for the surprises someone else’s garden might throw at me. There, where a seventeen foot lilac had towered for the last six years, effectively blocking my view of cars [...]
I almost gave up last week. It was somewhere between the caryopteris hitting me in the face with a thwack as I tried to move thirteen of them before my blood sugar dropped to record levels, and my son asking me for a sandwich in the middle of the carnage. As I wiped the dirt [...]
Thanks to Juglans nigra (aka The Eastern Black Walnut), autumn visits my small plot a little ahead of schedule every year. Early July finds me raking leaves by the basketful; by late August, friends are asking me when I’m planning to have “that dead tree” cut down. It is my invalid tree, a tree I [...]
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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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