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 […]
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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
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.
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
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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
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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
Regarding plant theft Read More »
Please meet our new puppy, Penny. She looks to me like one part beagle, one part spaniel, and one part UFO. We are overcome. Completely overcome. What do you like about April?
The tenth best thing about April Read More »
Confession: This is how I generally feel about winter. Poorly-planned landscapes. Gray on gray. Gray on gray. Today I went on a little Expotition to the North Pole (as Pooh) to see if I could find something more inspiring than the above. Anything green, anything growing. Guess what? The earth has layers. (Incidentally, this post
Confession: Sometimes my posts have hidden pieces I don’t share. Do you want to see? ***** Confession: I hate controversial topics, though I tackle them. I do love truth. Multifaceted, complex, everyone’s-perspective-thrown-in-truth. I love debate. Er. Correction—I love watching debate. But I hate moderating it. This time around, we’ll keep things really simple, focus on
The earth is round. The cycle spins. The grass is greener than you’d expect, this time of year. Melting snow turns to water. Zook yard turns to mudhole. Have you ever dug a hole in January? It’s enchanting. All that rich, dark earth, splendidly flecked with earthworms. I dug a lot of holes on Saturday,
