Only eight short weeks ago, gardeners in my part of the world were rhapsodizing over the diminutive glories of snowdrops and crocuses. Now, even the foliage is gone with the wind, and the memory of their charms has been washed away in the high tide of one of the greatest floral show horses of all—the … Read more
It is amazing how far afield you can go on a rainy day when you are trying to order garden phlox. In my case I went all the way to Long Island in the 1920’s, with detours that went even further back. All of this started as a quest for information about a particular tall … Read more
(Photo courtesy of Old House Gardens) When I walk around my garden I hear voices. Sometimes those voices come from across the street, where my neighbor is pulling weeds to the accompaniment of talk radio. More often though, the voices are inside my head, retelling the stories of each plant that I pass. Those … Read more
