In his novel, An International Episode, author Henry James says, “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” I agree with him, but the flip side of that quote might be something like, “Rainy weekend, rainy weekend; to me those have always been the … Read more
Sometimes deadlines make you neurotic. Other times, they help you get focused. I am choosing the latter course, because I want a good-looking garden before Memorial Day. The problem—for the past week wet weather and at least one blast of high wind have made the garden soggy, riddled with opportunistic weeds and full, once again, … Read more
In my neighborhood we enjoyed winter right through April, followed by ten minutes of spring. Now we are in the process of jumping headfirst into summer. The last of the daffodils, having survived late snow, cold spring winds and all kinds of insults, hang their heads, defeated by a sudden blast of hot sticky air. … Read more
Novelist Virginia Woolf famously wrote, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.’’ Some women have written fiction in the absence of one or both of those two conditions, but their presence makes it easier. I have always thought that a garden is the ultimate “room … Read more
At this time of year, all it takes is a few balmy days to trigger the gardening itch. As soon as the temperature hovers above 50 degrees and the wind abandons howling in favor of murmuring, I have one foot out the door. I am fooling myself, of course. February thaws are among of Nature’s … Read more
