BAD TASTE Several weeks ago, I wrote about this year’s local wildlife explosion and my neighbors’ agitation over the small deer herd that has taken up residence on our block. The deer are still with us and were last seen chewing indiscriminately though some overgrown wisteria on the other side of my back fence. … Read more
WHERE THE BUFFALO ROAM A few years ago I was a smug gardener, secure in the knowledge that the worst wildlife problem in my garden was the groundhog. Granted, he was as large as a beach ball, perpetually hungry and capable of digging underground routes reminiscent of the Lincoln Tunnel; but he was manageable. … Read more
CARPETING A few weeks ago, I wrote about my ongoing study of pioneering Irish gardener and writer, William Robinson (1848-1935). The measure of a good garden writer is the degree to which he or she inspires you to pick up a trowel and run out into your own garden. Though much of his … Read more
LILY ENVY “Envy” is such a nasty word. So is “covet.” Since I like to avoid nasty words when discussing plants, I will settle for “admire,” as in, “I admire other people’s lilies to distraction.” With or without the euphemisms, this emotion has gotten to be a seasonal habit. Just as I generally wake … Read more
BOOK REVIEW–EMBROIDERED GROUND If I were to name my property–as many Brits and some Americans do–I would probably call it something like “Untrimmed Hedges” or “Perennial Chaos,” in honor of the garden’s defining features. However, I have never really felt the urge to bestow a name on my little slice of suburbia. Author and … Read more
