My mom’s responsible for peaking my interest in edible flowers. I was a teenager in the early ’90s when she dropped a bombshell on us. You can eat pansies! Except she didn’t say anything at the time, she just nonchalantly put a salad in front of each of us at dinner time. We all had…
I was doing a live chat on Instagram a few months ago with my friend Erin, you know her as The Impatient Gardener, and we briefly touched on roses. Our conversation turned to them when I asked her about a plant she was over. She thought for a moment and replied “roses.” Too much work,…
Place the word “tough” in front of a word and oftentimes you get a negative meaning. Meat. Disposition. Decision. Childhood. No one likes tough meat or a tough childhood for that matter! But put it in front of “plants” and every gardener listens. Tough plant you say? To survive in my garden, you (the plants)…
My daughters have been trained killers since the ages of three and four. Weapon of choice? Dish soap. It was fun and made mommy happy. I sound like Joan Crawford in the garden. But a few weeks ago, my oldest, Emma, who will be 18 in a few months, told me it wasn’t until recently…
