The pedestal of the Statue of Liberty bears lines from the 1883 poem “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus. Among those lines are: “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,…” The same words might be carved in stone over my front porch, but they would apply to plants instead … Read more
“I love your wildflowers,” said the contractor last week, looking over my garden. He was thinking, “this place looks completely wild.” “Thank you,” I said, taking in the same scene. I was thinking with chagrin, “this garden is in the middle of the midsummer uglies.” The problem, of course, is the asters. My front garden, … Read more
The last few years I have been quite taken by plants that feature black—or actually near-black—foliage. The rest of the gardening world seems to share that fascination, as the number of black-leafed perennials and shrubs has grown by leaps and bounds. Without too much effort you can now buy “Bishop’s Children” dahlias, the offspring of … Read more
Ever since my daughter was a little girl we have made small, sentimental journeys at various times of the year. In spring, we check our favorite garden centers religiously for the first plant arrivals and visit as soon as the pansies hit the pallets. We brave the crowds and the parking challenges to get to … Read more
The name ‘Dr. Huey’ may be unfamiliar, but if you grow roses, I’ll bet you have met him. The doctor is really quite a handsome rose, with a semi-double array of about 15 crimson petals and a center of golden stamens. It grows vigorously, shooting up from the roots with wild abandon. The doctor is … Read more
