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Pretty in pink, or better off blue?
Although there are millions of facts, figures, drawings and charts for the novice gardener to absorb and regurgitate at the appropriate time, when it comes right down to it, gardening is all about opinions — opinions about color, height, views, ornamentation, watering, sustainability, and a million other factors [...]
Sitting on her throne.
I picked my first tomato of the season today. Truthfully, it was a bit of a cheat because I thought it was a long-awaited orange “Jubilee”, when in fact it turned out to be an “Early Girl” who hadn’t finished getting her makeup on. Never mind. The wonderful thing about tomatoes [...]
Is is autumn yet?
With the temperatures we’ve had lately, and what with a very poor showing of the wet stuff, there are a lot of plants in my garden that are extremely annoyed. Hydrangeas have had it, berries have bought it, and even the native rudbeckia is starting to pack her bags and think [...]
Gardenopia
I may waffle on week after week about the pleasures of gardening, but to my credit, my intention has never been to pretend that all things are rosy in the magical land of Gardenopia. I will leave that to larger than life personalities with exceedingly good marketing teams and a supernaturally large gardening staff. [...]
Just a tad on the ripe side
I have betrayed my peas.
It may be remarked upon as ironic that, after planning in January, ordering in February, planting in March, watering in April, and weeding in May, I have for the most part, neglected to harvest in June. And now, as heat pummels the garden and [...]
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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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