Thanksgiving is a thoughtful holiday, captured between the rowdy fun of Halloween and the hectic multi-layered celebration of Christmas, and then the ending of the year. (And where has 2016 gone, by the way?)
After the horribly dry and dusty autumn we have had, leaving everything parched and drying up, and the heat and turmoil generated by the most unhappy presidential election I can ever remember, it seemed very fitting that it all be wrapped in a swirling rain that came to just
The circus came to town the other morning, or at least that’s what it seemed like. Every once in awhile, hopefully years apart because it costs so much, and because I personally do not like losing trees, we have to hire a tree-cutting firm.
Gardeners are no exception to the human tendency to want that we which do not have, including plants in our garden. Not so much the cost, because anyone with any budget can acquire a new cultivar that nobody else in our gardening circle has yet.
Plants can work magic, some plants, under some circumstances, if we just notice and believe. I experienced this particular magic this morning, lighted by the east to west sunlight at that early hour, as I went out to get the paper.
Things change, in gardening as in everywhere, if you live long and keep gardening, and of course pay attention. And in the garden, the old saying, “The more things change, the more they stay the same,” does not apply.
When my longtime friend and traveling companion, Mary Price, was approaching retirement from her job as an elementary school principal in 1999 (which seems only yesterday in retrospect but is actually 15 years ago), she was asked why she was taking this step.
One of my most treasured trees on this property is a beautiful (to me, and especially in autumn) Chinese tallow tree. It came to us here by accident, traveling in the soil of a blueberry bush we transplanted from our garden in town, when we moved out here in 1986.
A quick pre-breakfast trip to pick up the morning paper (which likely would have been postponed had we not wanted to gloat over the iconic feat of the Madison Central Jaguars’ two-in-a-row defeat of the football factory otherwise dubbed “the University of South Panola”) prove