Rundy

Sights, Sounds, and Smells of Spring

by Rundy on May 13, 2007

…the shivery perfection that winter can bring to our gardens.
Brian Bixley, Essays on Gardening in a Cold Climate

Early Pruning

by Rundy on March 18, 2007

The two most mysterious aspects of clematis are, How is the word pronounced? and, What is its plural form? Once these questions are answered, growing the plants is plain sailing.
Brian Bixley, Essays on Gardening in a Cold Climate

Preferences in Futility

by Rundy on August 4, 2006

The pleasure of gardening is often measured by the amount of weeding you don't have to do.
Sandra Perrin

To Complain, Or Not

by Rundy on June 16, 2006

This morning the sun and warmth have gone, a sleety rain is making it difficult to be outside, so I have made a list of the fall jobs. . . . The list that I gradually compile is long, but in order to give myself a sense of accomplishment, I include one or two jobs that I have already done.
Brian Bixley, Essays on Gardening in a Cold Climate

Mow The Field, Mind The Blueberries

by Rundy on June 13, 2006

At such times I understand that the enjoyment of looking is nothing compared with the pleasure of gardening--and that I would much rather garden than have a Garden.
Laurie Lisle

Leafing Out

by Rundy on May 3, 2006

It is not a bad thing for plants to express individualism. Not everyone can be a marigold.
Joe Eck, Wayne Winterrowd in Our Life in Gardens

The Trials of March

by Rundy on March 11, 2005

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
Henry Van Dyke

Everything In

by Rundy on June 10, 2004

A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that. Only the use made it mean something.
Lois McMaster Bujold

Blooming and Gone

by Rundy on May 24, 2004

It isn’t that I don’t like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.
Vita Sackville-West

Spring Things

by Rundy on May 7, 2004

Time for the weather report. It's cold out folks. Bonecrushing cold. The kind of cold which will wrench the spirit out of a young man, or forge it into steel.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

Little Things

by Rundy on April 22, 2004

Fortunately, by the thirtieth or fortieth or fiftieth year or thereabouts, the gardener strikes that balance by which he has the best of all seasons. By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
Henry Mitchell

My Arbor Day

by Rundy on April 16, 2004

At such times I understand that the enjoyment of looking is nothing compared with the pleasure of gardening--and that I would much rather garden than have a Garden.
Laurie Lisle

Grafting Amateur

by Rundy on April 6, 2004

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
Mitchell Burgess

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