Kathy Purdy
Kathy Purdy discovered the joys of writing in fourth grade, when she started corresponding with a former classmate. She’s been writing letters ever since, first on looseleaf, then electronically, and now as weblog entries. That makes you, the blog reader, her pen pal. Her first independent (though frustrating) attempts at gardening were made in high school, though the gardening bug didn’t bite hard until her mid-thirties, when she found herself mistress of a rural country home and 14 acres. Most of the essays here began life as emails to friends, though some have enjoyed a further existence as magazine articles. Others are blog entries that are way longer than typical blog entries, and are gathered here for convenient reference.
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Those of us who garden in places where there are only a hundred or so frost-free days perforce do so concisely. We know well that tender plants have a finite life span and that sentences and seasons, no matter how we may choose to lengthen them, must both come to an end. Period.
