Each year I reflect on the season past, usually for most of the winter. (That’s a period of cold, gray, dismal nothingness for you southerly sorts.) When I think about the season, I think about my plants. My favorites. The stars and divas. The sulkers and misbehavers. For ridiculous fun, I’ve decided to reduce my […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
Nothing thrills me more than the October ritual of planting bulbs. The thrill of grabbing my straw hat for the last time this weekend and using my trowel before stowing it for winter excites me more than you could know. Though I’m not an athlete, any coach would say to finish with exhilaration, capturing the […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
I ask this question every year. Don’t you? You’d think after so many years of gardening, the answer would be empirical, at least to an extent. But it’s far from empirical. Where did the growing season go? Sure I’m wistful, wanting badly to relive the evening of July 7 when my ‘Peppermint Twist’ phlox roared […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
Autumnal nights come fast. Racing the setting sun, I sped with trowel and bucket in tow around the garden, quickly tucking in the last of my weekend purchases and watering them. Bats buzz bye, darting past my head as they bypass the security light. Though I love fall, I can’t help scorn the last of […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
I suppose it sounds a bit trite to ask “can you believe it’s August?” But really? It’s at this point that I start to get a little wistful and reminiscent, looking back over the season from its March beginnings until now. I can’t even find the corydalis anymore. Daffodil foliage has mostly faded. The seedheads […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I talk a lot about vignettes, justifiably so considering the rhapsodic nature of my garden. Like a rhapsody, my garden is a composition of irregular forms with generous freedom of expression. It employs the full measure of my creativity, at least I hope. If a garden space doesn’t employ or at least challenge the full measure […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
I’ve said before that, while I love to travel, I hate leaving the garden. But I relish the return. The newness, weeds, and occasional surprise delight my senses and take my mind off the mountain of emails that need replies or the phone messages that need return calls. My stroll with the camera tonight turned […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
As alluded to in June, I’m keenly interested in the little vignettes that in concert compose my garden. I’ve long held that this approach, with a respect for the united work in toto, creates a greater tapestry of expression and interest while allowing the gardener to tastefully assemble a unique collection of assorted plants. While […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Every June I get a less-than-welcome seasonal reminder from my small but feisty feline tribe about which plants in the garden best suit their playful needs and yearnings. The plus side in all of this I suppose is the marketing spin I’m about to put on an otherwise frustrating and wholly miserable situation (I’m trying […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I’m in love with Veronica, the spike speedwells that make such terrific perennials in my USDA Zone 5 garden. I probably grow more than a dozen cultivars, but I’ve sort of lost track. Every time I see one, I grab it. Plant collecting…what can I say? This installment will be the first of several throughout […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.