Yeah. That’s the moon. And it was in fact teeny, that’s not just the effect of my iPhone. On the morning of the recent lunar
Come December my back yard used to disappoint my living room. If I snuggled up to nandina I could find a little berry cheer but
I know I told you my tall old Chinese elm fell over this spring. Not that you needed to remember, of course. It kneeled down
Well hello August. It’s late summer. Not at all fall. But here in Northern California the sun seems to sigh, “Never mind.” It’s still hot,
It’s windy here this morning. I can see branches in my backyard whipped about and fluttering. It’s also a little chilly. Makes me think of
In the USA, Fall has been usurped. The Northeast rules our iconography, and yet. Sweaters, boots? It’s still in the 70s where I live. Waves
I like gardens for some of the same reasons I like middle-aged cities. Buildings and shrubs hunker down in place; although things change year to
Harbor a hidden guilty love of gardenia fragrance, for 30 years In November, hire your fabulously talented garden designer to redo your backyard Respond, “Yes,”
The back yard is green. It’s hydrangea time. Yeah, they are leggy, pruning mistake. Lesson learned. Leslie asked me how my white roses are doing. In
Just sitting here on the sofa, listening to the Pandora Worldbeat station. Vaguely-Argentine guitar played by a guy named Johannes Linstead. I thought he might
My fuchsia has grown and is blooming. It’s such a pleasure to watch the buds swell over days. Then one morning you wake up and
I just got back from a few days in Santa Barbara. The trips are very full and tiring, 5 hour drive down (I’m afraid of