I was debating in earnest with the garden designer about whether it was worth degrading the artistic integrity of the yard to remove the two adult, free roaming lions.
When it starts to frost, it’s time for me to cover the strawberry bed and my new garlic shoots with some airy, insulating mulch. For all the time I’ve lived here in Maine, the time of the first frosts has coincided with the fall of
The first sign of the end of summer is here in my garden. The garlic is in and braided, ready to hang up for the winter. Can you guess which braid or braids was made by my hands? A portion of this year’s cloves