Transformer Oil: Strawberry Field or Brownfield?

I feel bad to be shedding tears over this when there is so much truly wrong in the world, but I admit, I have cried over this. Big fat messy tears. I have wondered if I can ever garden this piece of land again, if my loved-to-distraction gardens, the very basis of my...

Transformer Oil Spew

As I sat on my porch this afternoon I was startled out of my chair by the pairing of a clap of thunder and the crackling boom as the transformer on a pole 20 yards away exploded. From the corner of my eye, I saw the flash, and the general impression of things going...

Garden Tour: P. Allen Smith’s Moss Mountain Farm

Last Wednesday I had the pleasure of a tour of the home and gardens at Moss Mountain Farm, P. Allen Smith’s ferme ornée, or ornamented farm, in the Arkansas River Valley near Little Rock, Arkansas. I took an embarrassment of photos and wanted to share some of...

Out With The Cold

Today I collected all the gloves, mittens, wooly caps and scarves into a pile on the floor. There they lay in a mismatched jumble of color, style, and size.  I picked them up as best as I could in one armful and carried them, less a few escapees, to the washing...

Surprise Garden Survivors

Now that we are safely on this side of winter I can make a few observations about the surprise survivors of the coldest winter in our area in 20 years. First up, kiwi. Last year I planted fuzzy kiwi, Actinidia chinensis ‘Vincent.’ Fuzzy kiwi, unlike hardy...

Straw (wo)Man

While I was on a walk yesterday I made the discovery of an intact bale of straw put out for curb collection. Naturally I hurried home to get the station wagon to pick up my new friend. I stopped the car and got out, ready to grab him and run. When I bent down to pick...