Location: Southeast US
Greenhouses in the south are usually confined to merchants who provide plants to the public. When I lived in a northern climate I remember yearning for spring flowers. The bare trees, snow covered lawns and dormant planting beds provided such a barren landscape month after long month. Heated greenhouses were limited to those homeowners who could afford them and the&hellip
Location: Michigan
It is late January. I’m ready to confess.
Okay. Here goes.
I am an over-waterer.
It’s been a lifelong condition. As far back as I can remember I have poured water, too much water, on plants and they have overflowed, time and time again. And yet, and this is the kicker, I keep doing it. Here I am, in middle age, full of wisdom and pithy insight into human&hellip
Location: Southeast US
My Grandmother was an organic gardener but the term had not yet been coined. She knew to rotate crops in her vegetable garden, understood companion planting to limit pests and spent many hours with a hoe digging up weeds rather than spraying them.
I didn’t follow her example in my own gardens as a young adult. Why hoe or till when you can spray to kill weeds? Why&hellip
Location: Vermont
Oh January. Whose idea was this?
I stand with my nose up against the glass and look out at a cold white blur. Snow is piling up, blowing, obliterating any sign of life. Christmas is over and now, like others of my kind here in the far north, I am weary of the chill and effort winter requires.
I turn around and there, greeting me like a secret, is my secret garden. In&hellip
