Dirty Thoughts: A Gardening Life

I was an advertisers' wet dream when I was younger. I absorbed everything and remembered every jingle, no matter if it was for cerea...

Surprisingly, I haven't yet written on indigo in the garden. I've mused on blue and violet and purple, but not indigo, which is m...

If you live in the mid-Atlantic region, you might be puzzled by the title of today's post. We haven't had rain in weeks.  Early ...

If we think about it, our everyday lives are full of moral choices. Should we violate the sign that says "This driveway is not a th...

The looming War of the Scotch Broom Successio n demanded drastic measures. One might say they were of the divine intervention sort. Whil...

Politicians wed a while ago that contemporary communication malaise called the "sound-byte." Of course, we might attribute this ...

Being mortal and possessed of the ability to think of life well beyond our own existence, we humans have the potential of becoming obsess...