Looking down, I see my white baby shoes stepping on black soil and green grass. A yellow sulphur butterfly floats above my head, and bumblebees buzz nearby. My grandmother is on her knees in the garden digging with a shovel. I try to run on stubby little feet, but fall …Read the Rest
Okay, so you went outside this morning and worked yourself into a lather ripping the errant Bermuda grass out of …Read the Rest
If you can find some, take a spoon and drip a bit on the end of your tongue. Your taste …Read the Rest
Dear Carol, Mary Ann and all of our dear friends, We’ve hit those days of summer which separate true gardeners …Read the Rest
I’m not all about natives. You know that. I grow named cultivars of roses, phlox, daylilies, crapemyrtles and pretty much …Read the Rest