My gardening is often quite like my drum fills. I can imagine something really spectacular, but I don’t yet have the skill (or the money, or the time) to execute on the grand collection of flourishes that dance around in my head. In the meantime, I just try to …
Forgive me, dear reader, for I have sinned. It’s been seven weeks since my last garden confession. I never would, but I definitely could make a long list of excuses. Making a list like that would be a pretty pathetic ploy for absolution, though. If I were to do such a …
It’s been 3000+ miles since we last spoke, my friends! I’ve recently returned from a six-day adventure to more equatorial outposts, which (for once) gives me a warranted excuse from these internet posts. Though parted from (oh!) my garden, there was great consolation in the tropical beauty of St. Croix. …
I’ve never been much of a morning person, unless you can define a “morning person” as someone who is exceedingly comfortable remaining …
As I may explain in greater depth in a Someday Post of the Future, two years ago I contracted a local landscaping …