a prayer in spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away as the uncertain harvest;
welcome, sproutlings!
...the crocuses are now out, the daffodils are budding wildly, and the seeds we sowed in late February have finally emerged. We prefer to call them "sproutlings" to highlight their small and delicate nature at this early stage of development.
winged harbingers of spring
With spring just around the corner, we are pleased to have Anna's Hummingbird holding on to a Scarlet Emperor Runner Bean vine grace our March cover. These year-round resident species in the Pacific Northwest are known for their ability to survive in cooler temperatures ...
golden blooms on a summer day
My gardening days, truth be told, have followed a broken line ... Now, here in a garden in the shadow of the Olympic Mountains, I've planted evergreens and fruit trees, hopeful for all roots to flourish like a coral reef and for my gardening days to turn into a prolonged, unfaltering line at last.
gardening in the dead of winter
It is always exciting to plan the garden at this time of year, to imagine all the possibilities, and to see the dream flower in summer.
a bitter wind roaring under old january's bareness
But the wind, oh the wind ... the kittens and I could hear it rumbled on bitterly, wailing and complaining lustily, and we all were too jumpy to get any sleep.
hello january
Happy New Year to you if you happen to stumble into our little corner of the world. Here's hoping that 2023 is an auspicious year for you and your loved ones, and may it be so for gardens big and small, and all creatures within its universe.
snow arrives early after a brief silence
I harvested several more "last tomatoes" for a few more weeks. I thought that whatever fruits we get all the way to November would just be an unexpected gift from the gods.
hello, november
Every gardening year is an opportunity to start fresh, a chance to do over. There is no time for regrets.
a great blue heron contemplates a peculiar fall
If the Great Blue Heron was perplexed as we were, it didn't say; it was content to sit there, savoring the stillness of the moment.