Gardening In The Time Of Coronavirus, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:47am
And so it continues. My house is messier, what with two people home, but also cleaner, because I can’t ignore the dust and grease when
And so it continues. My house is messier, what with two people home, but also cleaner, because I can’t ignore the dust and grease when
Yesterday I was standing on my back patio in bare feet and I could tell then that California’s winter would pass. Not now but soon
I garden. While I garden, despite my best intentions, I think. Herewith: In gardens, as in life, some people love research. Some, do not. If,
My garden’s super chaotic these days. I’m into it. I especially like the side yard, which I used to say was for butterflies, then more
My garden’s still kind of a mess. Somehow I’m not too bothered. It’s easy to find reasons for good cheer. The front yard is worst
Fall, in Northern California, is planting time. After a dry summer come autumn and winter rains, we plant while the earth is warm and waiting
It’s proper summer, as the British might say. You may be struggling through a heat wave, or, in the Southern Hemisphere, fierce cold. Here in the
Yeah. That’s the moon. And it was in fact teeny, that’s not just the effect of my iPhone. On the morning of the recent lunar
Come December my back yard used to disappoint my living room. If I snuggled up to nandina I could find a little berry cheer but
I know I told you my tall old Chinese elm fell over this spring. Not that you needed to remember, of course. It kneeled down
Well hello August. It’s late summer. Not at all fall. But here in Northern California the sun seems to sigh, “Never mind.” It’s still hot,
It’s windy here this morning. I can see branches in my backyard whipped about and fluttering. It’s also a little chilly. Makes me think of
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