Garden Musings

On general principles, I'm a "leave-me-alone-and-I'll-leave-you-alone" kind of gardener ( except, of course, when it comes...

A month from the cruelty of summer's scorch, a mere six days after the fall equinox, a small rain or two behind us, a cool night or thre...

Twas the end times of summer and all through the beds, Was a sighing of hope that the Dog Days had fled. The garden was weeded and mulch ...

Are you kidding me?  This morning's edition of our local paper reprinted an article that caught my attention big time. Caught my atten...