I have never been a person who gravitated to warm places in search of respite from winter’s rigors. Growing up in the Snow Belt I learned that real virtue comes from toughing out the cold weather, the better to truly appreciate the spring and summer. My recent trip toBermuda convinced me that all that virtue … Read more
My mother loved to use antique pots to hold plants and cut flowers, and when I was growing up our house was filled with an assortment of old brass kettles, copper wash boilers and salt-glazed pottery crocks. The crocks were the most interesting because they were “country” pieces, used on farms in the last quarter … Read more
Every time I open a garden or shelter magazine I gaze with awe at the things people do with their multi-acre lots. I covet their allés lined with scores of trees, their deep ponds and their mammoth kitchen gardens. These people have large plots and large plans and the assets to meld plots and plans … Read more
The only gardener who doesn’t complain about the weather is a dead gardener. My idea of a perfect gardening day is a Saturday when the temperature is about seventy-two degrees, the humidity is low, and a gentle, soaking rain is anticipated sometime between ten at night and two in the morning. Needless to say, this … Read more
