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There’s nothing like a bit of cold weather to make me pick up the pace of chores in autumn’s garden. Suddenly the big jobs – seemingly trivial during the lazy days of summer – take on newfound urgency with the threat of winter just around the corner. The window with the rotting sill must be [...]
To walk with a group of expert gardeners on a multi-garden tour is a treat reserved only for the criminally obsessed or the criminally insane. Where else can one’s knowledge be minutely dissected like a freshman biology specimen? Where else can one learn not only what one doesn’t know, but what [...]
I am not a cruel gardener. It is heartbreaking for me to thin lettuces or turn over volunteer zucchini growing out of the compost pile. I have a variety of Shasta daisy that is waging world supremacy in my perennial border – yet every year I dig some out and hasten [...]
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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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