Less photogenic, but even more exciting, is the discovery this morning that the loco weed I had planted last autumn into my herb bed has successfully created a new generation of seedlings, as I hoped it would.
What’s happening in your garden?
…. afternoon note: Now, the peony has fully opened.
In gardening there are annuals, there are perennials, and then there are the plants that could outlive us. In the last group are the trees, and I’m lucky to have many of them where I live in Maine. I have three volunteers this year that I could use your help identifying.
I’m pretty sure […]
Bees. Except for a small number of bumblebees, my garden, usually buzzing at this time of year, is devoid of pollinators. I use no pesticides.
Thanks to a long winter in Maine, it took a long time this year before I could turn the soil and get plants started. Now that the days have turned reliably warm, I’ve got peppers, tomatoes, carrots, garlic, beans and zuchinni in the works, to be surrounded by wildflowers if everything germinates well.
My aesthetic […]
I admire the way that bloodroot, to match its sinister name, emerges from the ground wrapped tightly in a cloak, like a white-haired undead Transylvanian count protecting himself from the rays of the rising sun.
I don’t have to tell you that we had a long winter (although a review of global climate data will tell us that such a winter was typical a generation ago). I just want to share two of the little subtle joys coming with the remarkably quick spring. Just two weeks ago we had snow […]
What is a wounded person supposed to do in wintertime, when all the plants listed here are dormant, without fresh leaves or flower petals? Are they advised to walk south until they reach Florida? […]
The best work I have done all year was performed at twilight, as I gathered the year’s last fresh sprigs of mint from where a lawn once grew – 5 pounds of leaves stuffed into a tote bag from a Whole Foods store that sells factory-brewed mint tea for several dollars per serving. Tonight, there […]
Late in the season, it seems, they get blooming serious.
Once, a viking botched a stealthy attack on a camp of Scots when he stepped onto the sharp thorny leaf of a thistle and howled in pain. In my own garden, this stinging plant attracts small animals with stingers of their own. […]