Garden work

Garden work Garden work is blessed work, but it’s still work. That’s why garden tasks are called chores. Last Sunday, in Oklahoma, we had a high of 68°F, so I worked my tail feathers off in the two beds facing the street. It was dirty, dusty and glorious. Why dusty? Oklahoma is in the midst…

There is magic in the garden this spring

There is magic in the garden this spring, but there are no magic formulas to achieve such beauty. Gardening is hard work. Cutting back perennials, weeding, improving the soil and transplanting are all steps to achieving this alchemy. I planted six shrubs yesterday, two Hydrangea paniculata Quick Fire® and three H. paniculata Little Lime® among them. These were not to…

Pollinating summer squash

All looks well in my vegetable patch doesn’t it? Well, looks can be a bit deceiving. As you may know, I have very few bumblebees this year. All pollinators are down in spite of my efforts to spray nothing harmful and to grow all their favorite foods. Summer squash and other cucurbits are not wind pollinated…

Grow Cook Eat by Willi Galloway

One of my very, dear friends has written a book full of insight and inspiration. Grow Cook Eat: A Food Lover’s Guide to Vegetable Gardening, Including 50 Recipes, Plus Harvesting and Storage Tips, by Willi Galloway is a feast for the eyes. Willi has tapped into something I haven’t seen in other gardening books lately….

Sugar Snaps and Strawberries, a review

Sugar Snaps and Strawberries is the cutest title I’ve seen for a gardening book in a long time. It bucks a marketing idea which floats regularly around the web:  you must always mention your brand everywhere, in your book title, in every conversation, etc. Although a good concept, such repetition can also be boring. I’m…

Rose scented memory

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 to to my knees in…