My favorite place in my house isn’t actually in my house at all, it’s my back patio. That’s where my husband and I take many of our meals and spend an awful lot of our free time, chillin’ and watching the birds come and go. The highlight of the space is the little fountain that my husband (rather grandly) calls “the water featureâ€. . . . → Read More: The Water Feature
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Well, it’s here again. Mulberry season. The fifty-year old black mulberry in our front yard is fruiting, dropping hundreds of juicy dark purple berries to the ground below it. This is the time of year when our friends know to come to the back door instead of the front. Cars passing in the street make purple tire tracks, and the mailman leaves sticky footprints as he walks up to deliver the mail. . . . → Read More: Mulberry Season After a remarkably cool May, Memorial Day brought the first real hot weather our way. Saturday’s high was in the low 80s, Sunday it got up into the upper 80s, and Memorial Day the high temperature was over 90! That’s good weather for planting hot-weather garden denizens like tomatoes, eggplants, string beans and squash. Those vegetables like it when the soil is nice and warm and nights don’t get too cool. Unfortunately, high temps like that are bad weather for my lettuces and peas. . . . → Read More: Holding onto Lettuce in Hot Weather This week is one of my favorite weeks of the entire year. That’s not because there’s a special holiday. It isn’t my birthday, or anything else like that. But this is the week my roses and peonies are all at their peak. The photo above shows my pride and joy—a rambler rose that . . . → Read More: The Strongest of Supports I always look forward to tax day. Yes, I realize that sounds crazy (and I also know I’m a month behind the times with this post). It’s just that I associate that day with the return of the house wrens. For the past eight summers we’ve always had a pair nesting somewhere around . . . → Read More: Tax Day I love daffodils. I love them because they bloom so early and in such profusion. I also love them because they’re tough—once you put them in you can generally forget all about them and just let them do their thing without any help from the gardener. I’ve seen ruined homesteads in the Manassas Battlefield Park where cheerful clusters of daffodils have long outlived the farmhouse where they were planted. . . . → Read More: Daffodils I know it’s only February, but signs of approaching spring are coming early this year. The photo is from my garden. The snowdrops planted beneath my mulberry tree are coming out into the sunshine already. As I sit here at my desk, I hear a song sparrow singing softly in the bush outside. He’s . . . → Read More: Spring Outside My Window Just when I thought it was safe to go back to my mailbox after the deluge of Christmas catalogues, a new season is now overstuffing my little box. Now is the time of the seed catalogues. Each afternoon I bring in at least one or two, with their bright, optimistic, and oh-so-tempting covers. Brilliantly colored tomatoes, exotic greens and lettuces, abundant flowers. All can be yours for the price of a simple packet of tiny seeds. . . . → Read More: Seductions of the Seed Catalogues |
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