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[...]
July definitely isn’t one of my favorite months. It’s hot, and it’s humid. It’s bone dry, or else we get wicked thunderstorms. There are weeds, and leaf spots, and Japanese beetles. But, it’s not all bad: In fact, it’s prime time for grazing through the garden. Not being much of a cook, I’m a big[...]
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[...]