My garden ideal is partly formed by my infatuation with Victorian chick lit and a couple of trips to Italy…
When Pirates Invade the Garden
On Saturday, at about 10:30am, pirates overran the garden. They pilaged, drank grog, and swashbuckled in celebration of Noah’s fourth…
Have Blanched Your Cardoon Today?
This, dear readers, is a cardoon. It is, they tell me, edible, although I have never tried one. I bought…
My Personal Bull in a China Shop
Otis, dearest of dogs, darling slobbery galumphing beast. There are a few things that are incompatible with gardening, I think:…
Portrait of a Fruitful Afternoon
Tomatopalooza
Two bushels of tomatoes plus three friends and five hours equals a lot of really good sauce. The tomatoes: The…
Purple Haze
Purple hyacinth beans are my garden’s little freebie to me, a September gift that always arrives despite my yearly fears…
Of Figs and Fantasy
I’ve always wanted a walled garden, with high brick walls covered with espalier apples and beds edged in rosemary in…
Zucchino Rampicante On A Bench
What do gardeners do in the winter?
It is September, the leaves on the fig tree are yellowing, and I’ve pulled the squash vines running rampant through…
A Gardener's Lot 