Noah loves raspberries, and so it seems only fair that he help me plant our newly arrived brambles.  We planted … More

I still think of November as a barren time, a month of jackets and the hiss of dry leaves skittering across … More

My mom used to send underperforming houseplants to the cellar to die.  Occasionally one came back from that purgatory, but … More

There was frost last night, and so the time had come for the cardoons to come down.   After their … More

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