When last we left California, a long drought prevailed. (I wrote “reign” at first, but we will eschew the puns today.) Happily, in December, and
I guess a lot of places have one season shorter than the rest. When I lived in New Jersey, spring passed in a bright flash.
What if a genius landed in your garden, but, only stayed a couple of days? Last week, Jeff S., he who designed my yard 15
The other day I Googled “grow your first rose garden.” The results made me want to quit, right now, despite my bed of 8 happy
For the most part, I prefer my garden to my plants. I’d rather plant something I find boring by itself, for garden design, than a
I went down to see my mother and stepfather this weekend. Although I’ve shown you most of her house (here, here, here), I thought some
Snow does not fall in my back yard. The last time it snowed, and hit the ground and remained, was probably 1960. So the seasons
It’s hard for me to finish projects that involve working with my hands. Because, impatient. Because, bad small motor skills. But perseverance, humor, and community work miracles.
Fuchsias. First of all, notice the spelling. Fuch-See-Ya. Even though it’s pronounced Fyusha. One of the most frequently misspelled words in the English language. Second,
America’s collective consciousness knows the crocus, emerging from snow. We wallow in roses and peonies, come summer. And hydrangeas? In my part of California, the time is now. Drought brings burn.
This is my front entry. Old school doormat from our local hardware store, basic Crocs. Minimalist, with a little earthy texture for good measure. And in
This is my front lawn. I’m letting it die. Northern California is dry. Actually, so’s the whole state, but that’s a lot of acreage and I
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