Tending the Garden: Pour and Listen

The dry spell was broken over the weekend and finally my outdoor plants received a showering that did not come from my watering can. Everything is lush and green this morning, and for that I am grateful. I have more than one watering can, but only the galvanized metal...

When You’re Ready to Quit

It was kind of silly. That moment when I dropped my hoe, turned my back on the garden and declared I was done. After 25-plus years of gardening, I’d had enough. “I don’t want to have a garden this year.” My husband chuckled as I confronted him...

I Am a Grower of Tomatoes

What was I thinking? Nine tomato plants — count ’em, NINE — for two adult people. How did they wind up in the trunk of my car? Yes, there is that 19-year-old who’s home for the summer, but he stays away from tomatoes unless they’re in a...

Getting My Hands Dirty Doing the Hard Work

It was a good evening for a walk. Humidity had dropped, the sky was clear and a sunset awaited at the end of the lane. But first, I had some wrestling to do. Earlier in the day, a good friend had offered me a clump of purple Japanese iris, with a start of Michigan...

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