Dirty Thoughts: A Gardening Life

Between the self and the world stands the greeting and the goodbye: the former an act of integration, the latter an act of separation. But d...

Lately I’ve been preoccupied with naughty girls— Rose Mallow and her Japanese beetle thug paramours , Rose Campion and Anise Hyssop . Tod...

Surely it must be cliché that all fathers are protective of their daughters, especially when said daughters reach dating age. No paramour is...

Today marks the 3rd anniversary closing on the house at 410. I stood in the backyard the next morning (picture by realtor, above), in co...

Warning : aestivating plants are not pretty. Sirius did not earn its name for being just an ordinary star. No. The Greeks christened thi...

Hours before its partial eclipse, and hours before its totality, the waxing gibbous moon rose in the dusky blue sky above Wilmington. At ...

Hardly a place for repose, the garden is quite the contrary the center of activity. I write this from the garden in early morning; of co...