When I started my garden on a bare piece of ground twenty plus years ago, I never could have imagined that it would develop into what it is now: intensely planted multi-tiered layers of garden rooms housed on a steeply sloping one half acre property. This garden of mine has gone through several transformations, as[...]
OK…so I’m a sentimentalist. I still find it hard to accept that gardens are often dismantled or allowed to rapidly dissipate when their owners die. Think about sculptures, paintings, choreography, musical compositions and on and on: gardening is the only art form that is not promised a legacy for future generations. And yes, there are[...]
When my children were young and played outside early evenings during the summer months, it never failed that as soon as they heard the ring of the Good Humor truck, they would come running home to get money for their favorite ice cream treat. They were always warned to be careful running around the truck[...]
I admit it! I’m a sucker for sweet peas. Always have been and think that I always will be. Sweet peas were not a part of my childhood. The first time they invaded my senses was when I began making visits to English gardens in early adulthood. My first up close encounter with sweet peas[...]
So, two friends of mine were over for dinner last week. One friend who has photographed my garden over the years gave the other friend a garden tour while I was tossing the salad and throwing some chicken on the b-b-q. I saw them standing near my southern sloping hill garden (whose soil has never[...]