Under the ice


Growing stuff

Today, at last, the snow melted enough for me to check how things were doing. The tulip greens were up a couple of inches, the daffodils barely poking, not even the crocuses showing any color yet. I looked for the Lenten Rose, finally exposed to the light just hours before.

It was tiny and crumpled and distressed.

March 28, 2018

Regarding herbs


Growing stuff

In my husband’s rubber boots, I walk through the crunchy-wet snow to check how things are growing. Brave and hardy, new-sprung leaves are poking through the ice. I always worry about them, and wish I could tuck them up warm. They need another mama while the earth pulls her nasty pranks on them and leaves them to shiver.

March 6, 2018

The corn people


Growing stuff

Held in warmth and darkness, the embryos await the light Grow whole and plump out of the broken Push their rumpled heads out of the night   The babies tremble in the springtime wind Their tender jade hands patting at the raindrops, their bodies Stretching slowly toward the sun   The children dance in line […]

August 4, 2017

The Grandpa plant: remembering someone I loved


Growing stuff

If you thought that story was odd, here’s another even less explicable. Confession: Once upon a time, I noticed a beautiful plant in a loosely monitored location. It may or may not have been the windowsill of my grandpa’s nursing home. Okay, it was. I made sure the plant was hearty enough to withstand a little […]

May 29, 2017

Colors of spring


Growing stuff

Confession: I always thought the true colors of spring were rainbow pastels – lilac, mint, pink, baby blue, soft yellow. But when I went driving a week or two ago and really looked at the countryside, the colors weren’t what I expected. Rust was a big one, and chartreuse, scattered through the trees all over […]

May 6, 2017