Basil Under Glass

Last weekend I took my mom to the American Horticultural Society’s annual plant sale at George Washington’s old country digs,…

A Cold Spring

Has there been a spring this slow to warm? If so I don’t remember it. Easter has come and gone…

I planted Cardinal Flower for the hummingbirds, thinking nothing more of the name than that the flower was bound to…

How many years have I grown apples without ever eating one? I hope this year breaks the curse. I have…

It isn’t like I never liked birds, before. I just didn’t find them worth watching, unlike, say, a slowly developing flower…

It seems there is no end to the ugliness in the news this summer. Police brutalizing and killing black people,…

One warm-ish day in February I decided that what we really needed was a gravel path between the driveway and…

I’ve been looking at houses online. It feels transgressive, a betrayal of my solid and unexciting little house. We’ve been…

Some things only come with time. A pergola hung with roses in June is one of them. And under this…