Dirty Thoughts: A Gardening Life

When I began this blog, I freely admitted my promiscuity. In fact, the confessional appeared in my second entry, Public Confession #1 ....

The other day, I emerged from my house and spied a massive spider web strung across my entry walkway, from the Japanese Tree Lilac to ...

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your...

 I am increasingly convinced that a majority of the successes of gardening owe not to design and careful planning and planting, but to th...

Every community seems to have its "social event of the season:" Baron's Balls, black tie dinners, silent auctions, banquets...

Romantic lore (er, wisdom?) has it that opposites attract. You know: the petite blond attracted to the strapping tall, dark, and handsome...

Vermilion morning: Bodhisattvas dancing on material dreams. -- haiku for the sunrise, 25 January 2013