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Category Archives: Garden: A Love Story
Planting a Tree with a Three-Year-Old
(Today I gardened when I usually write. I think I do better earlier in the day. I wasn’t thrilled to miss writing, but we needed to plant a tree, plus our grandson was at our house. So I gardened. A … Continue reading
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A Midsummer’s Garden Tour
(I planted this not long after June 21, 2012 but then it remained dormant in the archives until sprouting just now.) I have further enlarged my Garden Kingdom adding yet more acreage to the Lorelei. I decided last fall to … Continue reading
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A Sticky, Slimy Habit
We’ve been eating okra almost every night for the last two months. The 18 or so okra stalks in the garden, now each about six feet tall (one is eight… like I should write a story: Jack and the Okrastalk), … Continue reading
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Tagged F. Scott Fitzgerald, garden, gin and tonic, hibiscus, okra, slimy, The Great Gatsby
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A Well-Seasoned Celebration
June 21, 2012 I want a way to note each of the year’s four seasonal watersheds, the two equinoxes that usher in Spring and Fall and mark the halfway point to extreme light or darkness, and the solstices, cosmic exclamation … Continue reading
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Tagged earth, season, solstice, sun, time
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Sunset Okra Surprise
Sounds like the name of a dish: Sunset Okra Surprise, like something a southern chef might have concocted. It’s what delighted us yesterday at dusk. We were hoping for a post-supper, post-Jeopardy wave of calm to wash over us but no, we knew … Continue reading
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Tagged garden, gardening, hasty, impatient, okra, patience, waiting
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Of Homemade Paper Pots
I’m making my own pots this year. I treated myself this spring and am now the proud owner of a Pot Maker. Do I like this odd little wooden tool because it represents the brilliant step I’ve taken toward being … Continue reading
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Tagged garden, pot maker, pots, seedlings, transplanting
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Who Stole Spring?
I’m glad I started writing about my garden and about spring flowers last year when everything happened perfectly, beautifully as (I think) it should have. Gradually the winter cold loosened its grip, allowing the warming ground to admit crocus flowers first, then forsythia, … Continue reading
The Jerusalem Artichoke’s On Us
We never thought about them. All winter, those pounds of Jerusalem Artichokes slept snugly underground just where they had grown the summer before, slowly expanding into the knobby whitish tubers I finally dug up a few weeks back. Even if … Continue reading
The Joy of Making My (Garden) Bed
I vanquished the last of the invading host of weeds in Smith, my plot in the community garden. The mild winter and early spring had provided the ideal conditions for those pernicious plants to slowly, steadily grow and thrive, sending … Continue reading
Garden Wars
I waded deep into the weeds and fought with might and main. In pitched combat, battle joined, I finally overcame.