One head of garlic, from One Straw Farm in Baltimore, via my CSA at Gorman Farm, to turn into eight … More

I have long desired to grow currants.  Not because of any virtue of the fruits, that I know of first … More

My garden ideal is partly formed by my infatuation with Victorian chick lit and a couple of trips to Italy … More

On Saturday, at about 10:30am, pirates overran the garden.  They pilaged, drank grog, and swashbuckled in celebration of Noah’s fourth … More

This, dear readers, is a cardoon.  It is, they tell me, edible, although I have never tried one.  I bought … More

Otis, dearest of dogs, darling slobbery galumphing beast.  There are a few things that are incompatible with gardening, I think: … More

Two bushels of tomatoes plus three friends and five hours equals a lot of really good sauce. The tomatoes: The … More

Purple hyacinth beans are my garden’s little freebie to me, a September gift that always arrives despite my yearly fears … More

I’ve always wanted a walled garden, with high brick walls covered with espalier apples and beds edged in rosemary in … More