This is partly the fault of the engineers who laid out this neighborhood a century ago. They made the street jog a half block to the north right at the corner where our house sits. Hence, our front yard faces one street and the backyard faces another. Two front yards. Each with an address at… Continue reading My garden has a mullet
Tag: gardens
Just a bumbling along
I didn't pet this sleeping bumblebee, but such a thing is possible. Imagine! "...even the insects in my path are not loafers, but have their special errands". Henry David Thoreau, American writer Bumblebees sleep in our garden. It's true. I often find them early in the morning, still tucked into bed in the depths of… Continue reading Just a bumbling along
Choosing beauty
“Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.” Anne Frank, Nazi-fighting fire brand The only places in the world that are not beautiful are ones that people have messed up. Think about it. There is nothing in nature that's truly horrific. A single visit to a forest, for example, reveals that… Continue reading Choosing beauty
Weeds, be warned
“I've never written a quote I feel would be suitable for my gravestone. Wouldn't it be ironic if it were this one? 'Oh, and could you pull a few weeds while you're here?' ” Ryan Lilly, Write Like No One is Reading The coming weekend is probably the one. It happens around this time each… Continue reading Weeds, be warned
Appalachian spring
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” Margaret Atwood, Canadian poet Oh, the trouble I've gotten myself into reading "creative" magazine spreads and blog posts. I've melted crayons onto my ironing board, made cucumber cups that slid right out of people's fingers. But, hope springs eternal. Literally, as… Continue reading Appalachian spring
