Here are the bones for the Veggie Garden. As previously written, this side yard was allowed to grow wild by the previous owner for about twenty years, so it was dense with reedy shrubs and scrub oak. Once the woody weeds were shredded to mulch, the remaining stump, rock and glacial till was pretty much

How to we create the future? I look to the past. When this garden of mine nudges me to the next level, I think of old times and old constructions. Why I look at what I look at or feel motivated to change what I change is a matter of inspiration, and I go with

This may be the height of my art. Late Spring, and my dream to see Persephone by her portal to the Underworld, surrounded by fox glove, peony, false indigo, lady’s mantle, and iris in a greenery of many textures pleases me immensely. It is my installation art, trying to tell a story. Mint under foot,

The story of this grapevine is actually the story of how the garden got started. Cool sea breezes blow through the shade of this grape arbor on hot sultry summer days, and it feels like heaven to sit there and watch tomatoes grow fat and red. Presently, the weeds around the arbor are winning. I

Here is an old photo of the Green Eyed Dragon. I built this long before Game of Thrones. I wanted a centerpiece for the Veggie Garden, which was six raised beds, each one in the shape of trapezoids, 12x4x2, a foot high, radiating out from the center, like flower petals. Somehow, I was inspired to

The mass of greenery is actually carefully cultivated chaos. I favor pachysandra, elderberry, sweet pepper bush, something evergreen with stinky white flowers, ornamental cherry trees, hosta, and the cedar tree. I rip out ivy, green brier, honeysuckle, errant maple and oak, and bittersweet. Pachysandra is a soft evergreen ground cover, which thrives in this climate

Three years ago, I planted a Redbud in an open area of the woodlands, under some oak and pine. I wait for its tiny pink blossoms and feel relieved when a few appear. They say Redbuds are slow to establish themselves. Cultivated by the Wampanoags for their edible flowers and leaves high in vitamin C,

Mid Spring, and the Garden is blooming. I love my weigela blossoms. My Gram had a weigela in her yard, and she would call me outside to see it bloom. I of course was resentful and sulky for this interruption. I made it clear to her that I could not possibly care about a shrub.

I want to build a compost area, yet I am flummoxed by the prospect. Why do I have such a block about building a compost heap? As with anything, once I actually build one or two, I will have the hang of it. I could build a fish pond in a morning with just one

May 22- the is the first entry in more than a week because LL has been in residence. Her parents traveled to Bermuda for a wedding, and while she stayed here, she was all I could think about. We took breakfast in The Garden most mornings, and then followed up with – There is too