When I am alone in my garden in November I often think about music, especially Ralph Vaughn Williams’ elegiac settings of English folk tunes. My favorite is the haunting “Fantasia on Greensleeves,” because the musical images just seem right for the season of chilly winds, early sunsets and mornings when the grass glistens with frost. … Read more
In late October, Daylight Savings Time ends; we reset our internal and external clocks, and gain a much-needed hour of sleep. In the United States, we’ve been engaging in this seasonal ritual for so long that almost no one finds it ironic that the majority of us have to literally turn back time before we … Read more
Sometimes life’s little surprises produce a chain reaction of events that affect the garden. This is the story of one such chain. About a year ago we decided that it was past time to paint the house. We signed a contract with the painter and resolved to get the exterior in perfect shape before the … 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 first Rose of Sharon that I ever noticed was a ragged-looking specimen that grew in an alley behind a gas station. Obviously a “volunteer,” the shrub grew in a patch of dirt that had emerged as the asphalt road surface crumbled away. At the time I thought the plant was ungainly and inelegant. Now … Read more
