Mums the Word

Chrysanthemums are not fragrant—at least not to my nose.  In fact, an extract of chrysanthemum flowers, pyrethrin, is used as an insecticide, and insecticides almost never have a pleasant odor. I generally prefer sweet smelling flowers, but I love chrysanthemums—a love that comes naturally.  My mother was wild about them, especially the giant “football” mums … Read more

Microclimates

Every garden, large or small, has microclimates.  Even if your garden consists of a container array on a balcony or a series of window boxes, growing conditions can change depending on where your plants are located.  Whether you want beautiful roses, floriferous hydrangeas, or plentiful zucchini, it pays to be mindful of microclimates. My suburban … Read more

Pine Barrens Abundance

At least once a year, usually in mid-fall, I drive through part of the New Jersey Pine Barrens on my way to Atlantic City.  The barrens is a magical and ecologically unique area, the subject of history and lore.  It is, allegedly, home to the New Jersey devil, a beast that is reputed to be … Read more

Slender in the Grass

            I was in the garden center last week, hot on the trail of colorful mums and half-price perennials when I laid eyes on something that made me forget both objects.  It was a young, slender tree with some of the showiest fall foliage I have encountered—red, orange and purple, glowing in the late afternoon … Read more

Ugly Legs

I once had an elderly babysitter who lived a Spartan life and indulged in only one vice—one scoop of vanilla ice cream once a week.  This may have accounted for the fact that she lived in permanent disapproval mode.  Once, when I was about twelve I greeted her arrival wearing what I thought was a … Read more