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
I garden. While I garden, despite my best intentions, I think. Herewith: In gardens, as in life, some people love research. Some, do not. If,
My garden’s super chaotic these days. I’m into it. I especially like the side yard, which I used to say was for butterflies, then more
My garden’s still kind of a mess. Somehow I’m not too bothered. It’s easy to find reasons for good cheer. The front yard is worst
Fall, in Northern California, is planting time. After a dry summer come autumn and winter rains, we plant while the earth is warm and waiting
It’s proper summer, as the British might say. You may be struggling through a heat wave, or, in the Southern Hemisphere, fierce cold. Here in the