Iris, the quintisential May flower. Somehow I have yellow ones, but no purple. These flower spikes are over four feet…
Yet More Cake
This one with chocolate mint and lavender. I don’t know who ate this cake, or whether they enjoyed it. I…
A long row to hoe
This is my other garden – the Cedar Ridge Community Farm, where what we grow is given to local people…
Garden Cake
My big brother had a birthday, and so I brought him a cake – my now-standard almond with raspberry filling…
First Figs, Doomed
My two fig trees – a 6-year-old Brown Turkey, and a Celeste I just planted last summer – have set…
Lilacs and Longing
One Easter morning, over ten years ago now, I walked to the market in my small town in Turkmenistan to…
Sweet Flowers
Candied violets. First you wash them… …then paint them with egg white and dust with superfine sugar… …and then you…
Blooming
(im)mortality
The Bradford pears are in bloom. Everywhere at once, it seems. I’ve always thought of them as common trees, side-of-the-highway…
Planning
As much as I love thinking about my garden all winter long, I am not much of a planner. Or…