My botanist-horticulturist (artist-writer-naturalist) friendAlisononce called my front garden a Darwinian garden, alluding to my tendency to throw plants into the soil here and see what survived. While the rest of the garden is shielded by…
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My mother brought these Omphalodes cappadocica ‘Starry eyes’ from her garden to plant in mine at least ten years ago. Every spring, now, I think of her as they bloom near her birthday (she turned 82…
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I cannot even admit how depleted I felt by yesterday (Friday) afternoon — last week’s sleepless night at my Mom’s, the emotions rolling around her condition, the demands of teaching, and the fatigue that ensued…
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A bit of foreshadowing — red hiding among the green foliage on the Scarlet Runner climbing the teepee frame in our back garden. On the back deck, a row of tomato plants looking discouragingly, unremittingly,…
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In the morning, I take my tea down to our little terrace at the beach; it faces directly East so I bask in the morning sun which, even by 7 a.m., can be quite generous.…
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