
Green In The Fog, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:47am
It’s foggy here. My daphne with its lemon-sweet smell is in full flower. Small catkins and tiny cones hang from the tall alder in the
It’s foggy here. My daphne with its lemon-sweet smell is in full flower. Small catkins and tiny cones hang from the tall alder in the
One thing about living in the same house for 35 years is exquisite familiarity with what it looks like at particular and specific times of
When new is scarce, gotta find surprise in the old. Last November I divided the last clump of daffodils from bulbs I planted over 30
My comments have been fixed. Is that not wonderful? You all are a gift. We can travel, now. Also as was always possible, we
After four tech support help sessions, comments are still broken. I have one more trouble-shooting process to try and then it’s a site rewrite, I
The first rose has bloomed in my garden. Nothing special. A garden variety one might even say, red rose. Doesn’t even smell like much of
We had a beautiful sunrise this morning; I could see it from bed when I woke. Last week our gardeners pruned my front yard rose
Today we’ve got the good fortune and privilege of a guest post from my friend, Marchelle. AKA @afroliage on Instagram, she writes from her garden
All my roses die differently. I have, I am counting in my mind, six cultivars. My one tea rose, Honor, it’s called, holds on with
As the world has both stood still and erupted on its axis, my garden has kept going. Persistent little noodge. In the long view, several
And so it continues. My house is messier, what with two people home, but also cleaner, because I can’t ignore the dust and grease when
Yesterday I was standing on my back patio in bare feet and I could tell then that California’s winter would pass. Not now but soon
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