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Smith Recognized

Imagine my pleasant surprise to learn Smith was to be given an award.  As I’ve mentioned, gardeners, though seemingly nice and mild-mannered on the outside, are really cutthroat, fierce competitors on the inside.  We want the biggest and most tomatoes, … Continue reading

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Smith, Jones, and the Lorelei Welcome Me Home

I was looking forward to a little vacation, ten days in Indianapolis to celebrate my mother’s 80th birthday and four or five days with our three children, their spouses and, of course, our grandson Rider.  The only thing that bothered … Continue reading

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I Could Have Stolen a Begonia

I could have stolen a begonia today, ‘Twas right before my eyes Sitting unwatched on the back of a truck It would have been quite a nice prize. Gardeners planting dozens of others, Working in far yonder bed, Planting the tender young blossoming things With flowers … Continue reading

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My Neighbors

I like the blossoms and spring flowers that live next door, at least for a few weeks each year.  Quite a few live near the building where I do my day job Monday through Friday.  The neighborhood is very integrated: … Continue reading

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Pansies: A True Misnomer

How did the word pansy ever come to mean weak and ineffective?  There must be a fragile plant whose name better deserves this honor like, “Hey pal, don’t be such an orchid!”  (I’m guessing orchid growers will tell me how … Continue reading

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First Blossom

My commute is other people’s vacation… I board a bus within sight of the Potomac River.  It drives through historic Old Town Alexandria with its colonial houses, quaint byways, and even the church first Washington, then Robert E. Lee attended.  … Continue reading

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What I learned about a Crocus

A crocus is a triangle, a tripartite creation.  Until now, I had no idea.  I normally look at crocuses from the side and see pretty purple, yellow or white flowers only a few inches from the ground, with petals expanding … Continue reading

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The Blossoms Cry Out

Look upon me ye world weary, tired of winter’s stark, spare beauty. Breathe deeply of us all cynics who despair of ever breathing a fragrance worth inhaling. Marvel, oh people, before our vast tribe’s numberless multitude.

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