Small Fruits

The berries are in.  Yesterday we picked the first blueberries, and the first currant.  Noah ate three of the four…

Ancestoral Gardening

My greatgrandmother’s primroses.  They grew in the garden in Little Compton, Rhode Island, where she lived with my grandparents for…

Simply Pretty

Sometimes there is deep meaning in gardening.  And sometimes there is just beauty.  Peonies are just about the beauty, with…

An Emptied Nest

Below this nest, on the grass, were two tiny birds with eyes that had never opened, featherless, fresh from the…

The Front Garden

For years the front yard was a rectangle of grass with one small spruce in the corner.  Now Otis oversees…

Oh, Guano

I’ve worked hard to create a bird-friendly garden, and this is what I get?  Bird poop.  Everywhere.  It covers the…