Nothing like waiting until the eleventh hour. But in the case of my Scarlet O’Hara peony, that’s exactly what I did. I received a bare root peony tuber as a door prize at a garden event about ten years ago. The planting spot I chose was visible from the house and rather close to a…
Why can’t things be more like a Ronco Rotisserie? You know the kind. “Set it and forget it.” Simply set the timer, walk away, and hours later your masterpiece, in this case a chicken, is juicy and ready to eat. The garden equivalent for a weary gardener would be one where every plant in your…
I spent much of yesterday tidying up the garden and feeling unsettled, maybe even a bit melancholy at the beginning. Like something was out of place and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It’s a feeling I don’t usually have here as I’m cutting, planning and imagining, but it was there nonetheless and…
