compost

Compost turned today. Long-lost kitchen thermometer found. Now if they could only find the measuring cup . . .

It all started when Jenn said my new bird bath needed some phlox. "Gosh, she's right," I mused. "And I have some bright pink phlox in the front bed that I want to move out before I dig out the goldenrod infestation. Those pink phlox would look perfect by the bird bath." Bird bath transforms [...]

Readers of this blog know I tend to get absorbed in the details of garden projects. But somehow the making of compost has been immune to such obsessions. To my mind, compost just happens. I don't really give it much thought. It might occur to me in the spring that the piles should really be [...]

Oh, dear--I'm afraid I didn't do a very good job reviewing this book, because people are getting the wrong impression. I was in the midst of writing a very long comment to rectify the situation, and decided it would make a better post instead. First of all Mary Ann Newcomer commented: Good grief! I am [...]

The peonies from Reath's came on Monday the 7th, but because of various commitments I couldn't plant them until Thursday. They came wrapped in plastic with wood shavings to keep them damp, and then the whole shebang was packed in straw or hay--the first time I ever saw that used as a shipping material. I [...]