This is a poem I wrote in college, 1978 or 1979. Stuffed Artichokes Paring knife in hand she trims the tough outer bracts, peels woodiness from the stem. I slice the top third off. Her thumb plumbs the center, pries the fleshy leaves apart. Grandma's hands apprentice mine: lacking the tongue and time of my [...]
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My Grandmother’s Garden
May 18, 2005 – Posted in: Design, From my files
Today is my grandma's 98th birthday. I originally wrote this essay for a Fine Gardening contest (which I didn't win), and decided to revise it and share it with you in honor of her special day. It's funny how gardens are such emotional things. You enter some gardens and feel as though you are in [...]
A Bit of Bragging
August 1, 2003 – Posted in: What's up/bloomingI grew this lily from seed. Really. All by myself. Several years ago, my grandma sent me a letter with some seeds wrapped in wax paper. She had carefully handwritten "Pink Trumpet Lilies" on the piece of tape sealing the little package. She told me another woman in her nature discussion group gave them to [...]
Paths: The beginning of a garden
October 31, 2002 – Posted in: DesignI'm so psyched! Rundy finally started mowing a trail through the secret garden with the DR Brush Mower. It has been my dream for years to have walking trails through our acreage and it's finally coming true. Ever since I walked the paths in my Grandma LaFemina's Long Island yard, and followed my Uncle Jimmy [...]
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