Draining the Garden and Letting the Sunshine In

The rain finally let up, and I actually got some spring planting done. Well, don’t I sound all farmer-y? No, I admit it wasn’t anything as ambitious as feeding the world. I put in six pots of sedges to replace the grass that got drowned out. Blue Zinger sedges, to be precise. They’re supposed to

Other Peoples’ Hobbies and Me

I can kill a plant just by looking at it. My grandmother–the amateur botanist–spent most of my childhood reassuring me that I was not cursed, and sending me home with various clippings to start plants of my own. In my time, I’ve killed day blooming cactuses and night-blooming cactuses and African Violets (which, admittedly, had

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