Of course, it’s hot — it’s summertime. But these days with temperatures of 90-plus degrees are taking their toll on me and my garden.
I had a plan — and it was a good plan. I knew just the plant I wanted to incorporate into my front-door garden. I found it and quickly added it to the mix.
Loofahs are the sponges of spas and self-care baskets, but did you ever think about where they come from? Not me. It was never even a fleeting thought until a few weeks ago.
What happens when your peonies are peak-ed?
Off with their heads — but don’t forget the stems.
It began innocently enough: an email followed by several pictures.
It’s that time of year when store shelves are filled with chocolate bunnies and foil-wrapped eggs. Yum! But what if we could save a few calories and fill our gardens with chocolate?
If I’m thinking about taxes, it must be time to plant onions.
I like color. The little house on a big hill is filled with color inside and out. Over the years, as I add color, I have learned to create balance and appreciate contrast.
Fresh mulch under the victim’s bedroom window provided the pivotal clue. The killer had left a shoe imprint and then tracked bits of organic debris through the yard.
“Little white snowdrop, just waking up…violet, crocus, and sweet buttercup; under the leaves and the ice, and the snow, waiting, waiting to grow.”
Roses are red — but that’s not the only way to make your garden sizzle.
Secret garden? You bet I will move mountains to get a peek!
Confession: I spent more high school time in the theater than in the chem lab. I’m more right-brained than left-brained. But, over the years, I have picked up a few tricks, and here, I will tackle the chemistry of melting ice and keeping plants and pets safe.
When gardeners are sad, there is nothing like working with soil, roots, and stems to shift our focus – to shift our thoughts away from loss and toward new growth.
I added a new houseplant to my collection. It was the thick, puckered, dark-green leaves that drew me in and convinced me to bring it home.
My sister tells me the new way to start the year is with aspirations, not resolutions, that we must be kind to ourselves and not so hard and resolute.
Talk about going out with a flourish; 2023 squeezed in Christmas, New Year’s Eve, winter solstice, and a full moon into the last 10 days.
Christmas is a holiday of magic and tradition. Stockings hanging from the mantle, cookies left for the Jolly ol’ soul, and reindeer on rooftops. I’m all in — I even have a Christmas Pickle.
This fall, I received a gift from Audrey — two handmade planters filled with sedums.
As we move into December and holiday traditions are everywhere, I keep coming back to a thought. In the days of #MeToo and COVID-19, is kissing under the mistletoe still a welcomed tradition?
This weekend, I will shop for a Christmas tree. I’ll be the gal decked out in red, drinking hot chocolate, strolling through the trees looking for “the one.”
Many of us shared feasts of turkey and mashed potatoes this week, and if you’re like me, you are still nibbling on the leftovers of a delicious meal. Many of us also gave thanks, gratitude, or prayers for family, food, and the fellowship of the meal.
As we begin the holidays, life gets hectic. The music, decorations, and crowds can sometimes seem overwhelming, even for the jolliest holiday elves.
