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

A garden party


Growing stuff

Thanks so much for having a virtual cuppa with me yesterday, and listening. Your words meant an awful lot. Confession: I can never resist having a garden party every year about this time.  Indoors. I bring into the laundry room all of my houseplants that need tending—trimming, repotting, dividing, and miscellaneous TLC—and then I start […]

February 12, 2015

Herb gardens


Growing stuff

Confession: I am obsessed with herbs. Gripped. Infatuated. Besotted with herbs. Last year we dug up a patch along the south side of my house and I started an herb garden, with flat slabs of limestone for edging and paths, and a handful of starts from my aunt and a few friends. Thyme. Sage. Rosemary. […]

July 14, 2014

Green beans and good deeds


Growing stuff, Walking with Jesus

Did you know that I can hear what plants are saying? This is one reason why I hate weeding (besides the fact that it is hard work): it feels cruel and unfair. I hate the sight of all those babies gasping and shriveling in the sun. When I prune I have to steel myself against […]

July 30, 2013

On gardening and imperfection


Growing stuff, Walking with Jesus

Part A Confession: Almost I would give up writing on any issue I care about, for the way in which I am tested in that area immediately afterwards. I wrote about seeing work as play, and immediately began taking my own so seriously I could hardly stop to breathe. I wrote about grace, and started […]

July 4, 2013

Regarding plant theft


Growing stuff

Confession: I am a plant thief. Really. If a plant has shoots growing out around the bottom, or leaves that look like they would root well, or seeds hanging out in the open, they will end up in my pocket headed for home. I can’t seem to help myself. If you invite me over to […]

June 26, 2013