Keepers of the EarthI was a carefree kid of the Seventies – oblivious that the environmental movement was getting traction. I remember my mom taking part in...
Moon Light GardeningAs the full moon rises, my soul is stirred. Very often I am pulled from my slumber and sit at my bay window, drawn to that full, bright...
Garden's Talk“Gardens are a form of autobiography.” Sydney Eddison Who does your garden say you are? Romantic, pristine, low maintenance? We all have...
Need a Little Hope Today?You’ve probably come across the saying, ‘Bloom where you’re planted.’ And it’s a great sentiment, especially for military families and...
The Wonderful, Terrible World of PalynologyHave you ever stepped outside to a yellow porch or powder-laden car? Perhaps your runny nose or itchy eyes tell you spring is in the air....
Flower PowerWhile most of us are sastified with a flat or two of mixed variety, dId you know there is a whole network of flower judges – trained and...
Bare Spots and other Soul StainsOne could say that the lawn is the canvas for the homeowner’s yard. Trimmed and treated to perfection, the golf-course green turf is what...
You Can't Beat BeetsWe all had foods we hated growing up. I remember my mom serving many a bland vegetable out of can: asparagus, peas, pickled beets. We had...
Roses are RedWhen roses are red, true love is said and when they are yellow, it shows joy for a fellow. When roses are purple, it's love at first...
What's the Rush?Did you see Punxsutawney Phil’s prediction last week? Six more weeks of winter. I sure hope the groundhog is wrong – like they say he is...